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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 8, 2006 18:25:13 GMT
"I'll sneak in to see okay?" I tell him "I'll wave out of the window if it's safe' I smile
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Post by Jacky on Jun 8, 2006 18:30:18 GMT
"Alright." I tell her, though I"m half-afraid that when she's inside she'll leave me standing here.. she might have lied 'bout it all, after all. I shift my weight from one foot to the other and gesture her to go ahead.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 8, 2006 18:53:55 GMT
I smile at Jack before I sneak inside the house. My sneaking is not helping much though because right at that point my mother comes out of the livingroom, straightening her dress, a man follows her and leaves the house..
Right after the man left my mother notices me and she starts to freak out.
"...Giselle!!! ... holy jezus of nazaret, holy mother of god.. what did you do ey ?!" She shouts immediatly just at the sight of my dirty clothes, torn dress and messed up hair "You think yo momma has got money to buy you new dresses ? huh ? huh ? Do you?! I ASKED YOU SOMETHING!!" She grabs Giselle by her ear and drags her up the stairs.
"NO momma you don't I'm sorry I fell while playing, I'm sorry!" I apologize. I'm not sorry for her at all, I'm sorry that MY favorit dress got ripped, I just appologize to her because I want her to stop hurting me and let go of my ear already.
"You think I'm working for nothing ?! That the money grows on my back or in a money-tree in the backyard ?! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING GIRL, GET INTO YOUR ROOM!! I Don'T want to see you anymore!! You're going to bed WITHOUT food!!" SHe shouts.
"I'm really sorry mommy" I say, crying now from the pain. But appearantly this isn't enough yet. My mother adds a little by slapping me hard across the cheek before she pushes me in my room and locks the door.
I lean against the locked door and cry. I don't hear my mother leave anymore, my crying is louder then her footsteps going down the stairs and eventually out of the house.
My mother is out making money and I am left with nothing... once again.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 8, 2006 18:56:58 GMT
When I heard the shouting I crept closer to the house, but soon as the frontdoor opened I hid behind a barrel nearby. I spy on the woman as she leaves the house. She's obviously rushing cos she picked up her skirts and hurries down the street. I look back to the front door which is closed again..
Eventhough Giselle didn't give me the sign I sneak to the house and start to climb up, to the window Giselle pointed at earlier. I manage to get to the second floor by holding on to the rainpipe, and I creep onto the windowstill. I knock on the window, not able to see inside cos it's dark.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 8, 2006 19:01:57 GMT
I look up, realizing Jack was still out there, waiting for my sign. I dry my eyes and try to put my hair in front of my cheek, then I get up and go over to the window 'Sorry' I mumble as an apology for letting him stay out there.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 8, 2006 19:03:22 GMT
I climb into her room "Are you alright?" I ask. I heard the shouting and I could guess what was going on.. it sounded all too familiar. "Are you hurt?"
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 8, 2006 19:10:51 GMT
I shrug and turn around immediatly. Guess it's a girls thing  "Just fine" I mumble "Naught else then usual.." I tell him 'I.. I wanted to get you another pillow and blanket from the hallway so you can sleep here untill you have to go but.. she locked my door" I admit, feeling ashamed of the situation I live in  |
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Post by Jacky on Jun 8, 2006 19:15:12 GMT
I shrug "I can open it." I say confidently. I'm actually not sure whether I can.. I pick locks often (usually the one in the frontdoor of my own house), but I can't pick *any* lock. I want her to think I can though. Cos maybe I can open this one. And I could show of. I guess that's a boys thing |
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 8, 2006 19:19:29 GMT
"really ?" I ask him, not sure wether he can. I've heard of people doing that, and I even tried myself when I was dying to eat something because she locked me up for a whole day again. "If it's not working we can always share my blanket" I suggest.
I glance at my bed, it's old, the blanket is ripped also. My mother has all the nice sheets. Says it's her right cause she gets customers. When I'd be ready to make money I'd get new sheets aswell she told me once....
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Post by Jacky on Jun 8, 2006 19:22:06 GMT
I shrug and go over to the lock, looking at it. It looks like a simple click thing.. I could open that. "Do you have anything thin and long?" I ask, "Like a twig?"
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