|Current music:||Self Cenetered - Bowling for Soup|
I wanna be self-centered and make everybody feel sorry for me . . .
| Brynn's hair was tied down in the normal pigtails, that she's grown quite fond of, and entered the room with a loud bang. The sound of the door made a few girls jump in the hallway, but she didn't care. The only thing that could go through her mind right now, that the face that she was just overwhelmed with a huge amount of information . . from a stranger and the love of her life. |
" I really need to get myself together. Get it together, B. You've been through tougher times. You will get through this . . with Ryan. "
| Her Bowling For Soup CD started to play with a push of a button. The shuffle button always came in handy, and the first song that started to play was " Self Centered ". A bitter snot echoed before the lyrics started off, thinking how ironic her situations have been today. |
" My sister . . my fucking sister. I didn't even know I had a sister! He knew before I did. On top of that, he tells her everything about my past, present, or future . . pratically everything. "
| A thick southern accent started to hang on her every word. Once Brynn started to ramble or let her emotions flow out, that southern drawl of her's came out strong as ever. Never did she once notice until people started to point it out. Her footsteps paced the room, her flip flops making a loud ' clip clap ' with every step. Once things were placed in it's original position and her computer was finally booted up, she logged on to her on-line journal. In this journal, her deepest thoughts and feelings were placed. |
I think I'm taking a vacation now
I'm on holiday and maybe I won't rest
Until I've thrown it all away
Yeah I've got it down
You guys will never guess who I met today. My sister. Yes, I have a sister, but there's a catch, I never knew she fucking existed until today. Obviously, my father had a little fun down in Flordia while he left my mother and I with nothing in Louisiana. I guess, I am just . . still holding a slight grudge about that. I need to start getting over things and stop holding this stupid grudges agains them. So anyways, I have a sister. I didn't talk to her much though. Only for the fact that she slept with Ryan, but that's beside the point, right? Right?
I'm gonna feel sorry for myself
I want to blame it on everyone else
I want to be self centered
And make everybody feel sorry for me
" I can't do this . . not now. I just can't talk about this so quickly. It only happened a few minutes ago. "
| Brynn leaned back in her office chair as her eyes landed on a picture frame on the top shelf of her desk. A picture of Ryan and Brynn at Memphis. Good lord . . Her hand lifted up to turn the picture down, just for now. She couldn't handle all of this . . all of this . . drama. She knew that she was the drama queen of them all, but things were just starting to look up for her. I need to get out of here. I need to do something. Marc? Gideon? She spinned around in her chair to the left, those big, beautiful, dark brown orbs landed on a leather, orange ball. Curving her lips upward into a crooked smirk, her body was lifted out of the chair, grabbing the ball, and grabbing her duffle bag with her things. |
" Basketball . . "
| The only sound left in her room was her radio, now playing quietly, and the soft sound of the door being shut closed. It was her time to think, to calm her emotions down, and to actually have some Brynn time. Every girl needed an escape. This was her's. |
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