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Post by Anne Lévesque on Nov 13, 2006 17:50:21 GMT -6
The brunette figure in the shaded glass of the polished, dark black BMW had trouble keeping her eyes open as she took another long swallow of Tab, the best energy drink every created. This girl was petite, with a small figure & pretty much just tiny physique, with crimped brown hair that looked like it had been through madness that day, but somehow was fixed for - well, simply her reputation. The black car found its way to a parking space in the Valkyrie Mall lot, and the girl paused for a moment, taking a breather. This girl was Anne Lévesque, at your service. She blinked as she finished off her Tab and got out of the car, her black Chanel pumps stepping onto the gravel. This week didn't seem to be ending at any fast pace for Anne, as she felt the soft afternoon breeze slide by with the gleaming sun about to set. It would have been perfect to be at the beach, but no, she preferred to be at the mall. She was in dire need of H&M.
With a tan coat, green collared shirt, pink Burberry purse, black jeans & black Chanel pumps; she looked marvelous, but simply out of place. Last night she had arrived on campus around two in the morning from the wedding in San Francisco, what a bore except for the penthouse party with the amazingly hot bodied rock stars & the several hickeys she received, and then woke up that morning around five. Why? Damn newspaper meeting. The whole day had gone by very slow, and Mr. Phillman kept bugging her because of his grudge against her. If you weren't up to date, Mr. Phillman was the only teacher whom she skipped out on after having a massive hangover the morning after the Mixer, and had assigned her a long report for Edgar Allen Poe. Thankfully, she had Oscar by her side, who helped her ace it and more. Therefore, making Mr. Phillman mad as hell. It pleased Anne when she made her teachers feel that way.
An hour passed by as Anne had already bought several new shoes and a new pair of shorts. The mall was utterly boring when you were sleepy and all alone, so it was time for reinforcements.
From: Anne
To: Bridget
Bridget! Come save me at the mall, I'm in desperate need of an opinion on my Jimmy Choo heels! <3
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A text message to her dearest friend, Bridget. She didn't exactly need an opinion, she already knew the heels were cute, but she needed a friend. Besides, it was time that she gave her best friend her birthday present.
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Post by bridgetainsworth on Nov 13, 2006 18:05:37 GMT -6
Bridget sat in her room working on a design. Ms. Hillsmen assigned this stupid homework. Bridget hated homework. Why do we sit in school for eight hours doing work, then have to go home and work? That was the question she always asked herself. She needed someone to save her. A second later she heard her cell phone ding the way it did when she got a text. She thought it was a sign. She saw it was from Anne.
From: Bridget
To:Anne
Thank you, you saved me! I will be there in ten minutes.
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Bridget hadn't seen Anne since the wedding. She was dying to her some new gossip. Bridget re-applied her make-up, then ran out the door. She wore a pink tank with a white jacket over it. She wore faded jeans on the bottom. Her hair was curled as usually. She took her Coach purse today.
She ran out to her car and in five minutes she was at the mall. She walked into the mall and within minutes she found Anne. She ran up to her.
"Hey babe" she said giving her a hug as she did to all her friends," Let me see what you got."
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Post by Anne Lévesque on Nov 13, 2006 19:43:56 GMT -6
From: Bridget
To:Anne
Thank you, you saved me! I will be there in ten minutes.
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It was like 'Hark the Angels' singing through Anne's ears as her phone beeped & she received the text message. Now it was just time to wait, but knowing Bridget, she was quite the quick one, and it sounded like she was just as bored as Anne happened to be. So, as she happened to be right near a bench in front of Urban Outfitters, she took a seat and waited. Usually, Bridget & Anne would meet up at Hot Dog on a Stick, just to make fun of the fat fugly people that would gain pounds as they ate that stuff while Bridget & Anne were simply genetic to have the tiny bodies. Yep, they ruled this mall.
It had only been a couple minutes before she saw Bridget, with all of her natural grace, run up to her. Anne stood up and smiled as she hugged her friend back, happy to have someone to finally vent to & gossip with. Even though Daphne was more for the Jessica rampage, Anne still had plenty of other things to talk about to Bridget.
"Hey hun. Ah, well what do you think?" Anne asked as she pulled out these, her beloved gold $615 dollar heels. They were beautiful, but of course, she needed an alibi for her text.
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Post by bridgetainsworth on Nov 14, 2006 19:39:10 GMT -6
Bridget watched as she showed her the beautiful shoes. She envied Anne's talented to always find the best clothes. She also found the best clothes for every occasion. "Do you even have to ask me!" she told her," You know I love them. I love everything you get."
She remembered how Anne was gone during her party. She was upset, some of her best friends missed that party. She bet Anne was dying to know the gossip. Gossip is what Bridget lived for. Some people called her the "Gossip Goddess".
"So, how was the wedding," she asked, wondering if she had any fun."After that do you want me to tell you about the party? So many things went on it was so much fun. It would have been way better with you though."
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Post by Anne Lévesque on Nov 19, 2006 23:20:21 GMT -6
Anne half expected this answer. Her & Bridget always shared the same taste, and of course, along with Daphne. The trio were terrifying, and that's the way they liked it. The two girls made their way through the mall, which was filled with only a couple of little middle schoolers who were trying to be cool by pissing off a security guard and an old couple getting a bargain at a mattress store. The thought of the old couple on the mattress made Anne squirm with disgust. Ah the wedding, where to start. She breathed and let out a smirk.
"Well, I drove there & got eye raped by several gas station slobs. You have no idea how nice it was to finally get to the Ritz in San Fransisco. Simply gorgeous. The wedding however, oh what a bore. So I ditched and crashed a party of some gorgeous rockstars whom were staying at the penthouse. They were a little too 'pop' for my taste, but I have the cover uped hickeys to prove that I had a good time." Anne said as they continued to walk. "But, my dear. Of course I want to hear the dirty details of the party. I just have to show you my surprise first."
Anne giggled as she searched in her Jimmy Choo bag where they were hidden. Out she pulled a white & red box with silk ribbon tied around. Inside was a box of Knipschildt Chocolatier truffles, which were made by a man in Denmark & costed atleast $250 for each truffle. In an envelope was a notecard with scented lace printed with the writing;
My Dearest Bridget!
You're seventeen now! I'm sorry I couldn't come to the party, that's such a shame. I promise, I'll make it up to you. Feast on these chocolates, you deserve it with that killer body you got over summer & then we can go back into tennis sessions making the other girls jealous. What we do best, of course. Enjoy what's in this envelope as well!
Much Love,
Anne
And inside that envelope alongside the writing was a brooch which was specially by Tiffany & Co and costing.. well.. Anne didn't think of the price as important. As long as it made her friend happy, she was happy.
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Post by bridgetainsworth on Nov 20, 2006 18:09:24 GMT -6
Bridget opened the card and read it. Then she looked at the brooch and the truffles. At first she was speechless. She loved everything. Anne was always the best shopper and best present buyer. Bridget would always be jealous of that.
"Oh my gosh!" she said to Anne," Thank you so much. I love them!" She gave her a thank-you hug. A smile was on her face.
Now she would tell her about the party. So much happened there. A lot happens at every party, though. "Dirty Details is right," she said to her,"Where to start? Well, Kimberly got upset because her boyfriend did something. I am not sure what, I heard Ashley telling her. Daphne and Josh talked, you know what happened right. Well, I think something good happened. Lots of people got drunk. They drinks were awesome. My hot tubs were popular. I had tons of fun. It would have been way better with you, though."
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Post by Anne Lévesque on Nov 20, 2006 19:37:00 GMT -6
Anne smiled as she hugged her back.
"Oh come on, it was no problem!" She said happily. As they re grouped themselves, making their way past the annoying, pounding beats of Abercrombie & Fitch and Hollister, which gave her slight headaches from the over perfumes & techno music, they got into the gossip. Anne never really talked about gossip, sure, but she always liked to hear about it and keep herself in with it. If she didn't know which celebrity was dating which, she might go crazy. She didn't care about important things. Yes, she was shallow, who cared? She had the wealth, looks & smarts to make up for it. She closely listened as she grinned now and then at the little quirks. Although Anne was pretty sad she couldn't go, she had to admit that there was something about these parties egging on her mind. Getting drunk was getting overly boring, and she was, believe it or not, kind of growing out of it. Not too fast, of course, because she was still her all natural partying self. It was just getting a little overrated.
"Oh la la, hot tubs. Oh I wish I went too, but I can't deny rockstars in the Ritz Carlton." Anne honestly admitted. If Bridget and her threw a party, man, it would be the craziest one of the year. That's when she simply got her lightbulb idea. "You like throwing parties, right? As do I..."
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