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Post by Linley-Garciona on Dec 29, 2008 16:45:47 GMT -6
A tall, overly make-uped 38 year old walked through the park, thinking about what was on her mind. Daniella Garciona was a woman who had changed over the years, but would sometimes relapse. She used to be a skank who would sleep with anybody, but that is how she got pregnant with her daughter, Lara. While she regretted that night, she lvoed her daughter with all her heart. Daniella raised her daughter as best she could under the circumstances, and went to beauty school so she could get a job and support her daughter.
Now that her daughter was 20 and could support herself, she looked back on everything she did to raise her daughter. She gave up a lot of dates and going out so she could stay home with her daughter and be a mother. While she loved her daughter, she wishes she could've experienced life even more than she did. Now that she was approaching 40, it was harder to do so. Daniella sighed as she kept up a brisk pace, walking along.
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Post by KRISTINA ! on Dec 29, 2008 16:57:15 GMT -6
Blaire Jameson Raposo walked through the park, the Los Angeles breeze rushing through her long, brown hair. Her white cellphone was pressed to her ear, currently on the phone with her youngest son, Eric. "No, No, No, sweetie. It's in the top right hand drawer by the fridge, not the stove. Did you find it? Well, I don't know where it could be then. Ask your father." Blaire brushed her bangs out of her face as she listened to her son on the other line. "Okay, I'll be home in a bit. I just gotta stop at Uncle Nate's, then I'll head home. Yes, I love you too." With that final word, Blaire closed her phone and put it into her purse, that was hanging loosely over her shoulder.
At times, Blaire always was curious on what her life would be like if she fled back to Los Angeles when she had the chance. What would she be doing at this exact moment and who would she be with? Then again, she always tried to keep those thoughts out of her head. Although she had she had a great life living in Los Angeles now with her husband and kids. Blaire thought her life was along the lines of perfect, nothing could go wrong, right ?
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Post by Linley-Garciona on Dec 29, 2008 17:05:39 GMT -6
As Daniella was walking in the park, she wasn't paying attention to anybody. She was lost in her own little world, thinking about her life and everything in it. Though she knew she was a good mother, she kept dwelling on things like the fact she never told her daughter who her father was. Greg had told her not to tell anybody, but she thought he would've at least told his wife. Wanting to play it safe, though, Daniella decided against telling her daughter.
As she was walking, she bumped into an oncoming Blaire, not paying attention when she walked into her. When she looked at Blaire, she didn't recognize her immedietly at first. "Oh, i'm sorry, ma'am. I wasn't paying any attention!"
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Post by KRISTINA ! on Dec 29, 2008 17:19:17 GMT -6
Blaire let out a small sigh as she crossed her arms over her chest as a few rain drops started to fall from the cloudy sky. Then again, if Blaire did leave to Los Angeles when she wanted to, alone, she wouldn't of married Greg and wouldn't have the amazing children she had to this day, and that was something she didn't want to ever change. She loved her kids, even if they all didn't behave most of the time. That was something that you just had to live with.
Blaire was quite taken back when someone walked right into her. She tried her best not to fall to the ground, not having the best balance in the world. She looked at the girl who had walked into her. She looked familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. "Oh, No. It's fine."
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Post by Linley-Garciona on Dec 29, 2008 17:26:30 GMT -6
Daniella smiled at Blaire, brushing some dirt off her shirt. The girl looked familiar, but she still couldn't place her tongue finger on it. Daniella kept the smile on her face, extending her hand for Blaire to shake. "Well, i'm Daniella, and sorry for bumping into you again. I've just had a lot on my mind lately with my family and such."
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Post by KRISTINA ! on Dec 29, 2008 17:38:54 GMT -6
Blarie still couldn't get over the fact that she looked so familar. Did she go to Hollywood Academy with Blaire when they were younger. She wasn't quite sure, but she knew that she knew her from somewhere. When Blaire heard her say her name, she instantly remembered her - Daniella, the freak who licked her on the face in the lockdown. She forced a smile though, shaking Daniella's hand. "I'm Blaire. It's nice to meet you."
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Post by Linley-Garciona on Dec 29, 2008 17:41:59 GMT -6
When Blaire said who she was, Daniella instantly remembered her. She was the girl who;s face she licked. She blushed like mad, then composed herself. She was very embarassed over that incident. She hoped that Blaire didn't remember it. "Oh, yeah, Blaire, you're Greg's wife." She shook Blaire's hand, then pulled her hand back normally.
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Post by KRISTINA ! on Dec 29, 2008 17:46:22 GMT -6
Blaire couldn't help but blink when Daniella said that she was Greg's wife. How did she know that? Daniella wasn't at the wedding, and she always assumed that Greg never liked Daniella, cause she always tryed to hit on Blaire when she had the chance. Well, usually. Besides, she did lick her face. "Uh, Yeah. How did you know that though?"
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Post by Linley-Garciona on Dec 29, 2008 17:49:26 GMT -6
Daniella was a bit taken back when Blaire asked how she knew. She thought that Greg had told Blaire about him and Daniella's night a long time ago, assuming that he only told her to tell nobody because of his reputation. She thought it was pretty obvious that he should've told Blaire about it and been honest. She gave Blaire a strange look. "Why wouldn't I know? You know about Greg and I and the deal....."
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Post by KRISTINA ! on Dec 29, 2008 17:54:40 GMT -6
Blaire blinked again as Daniella spoke. Was there something that she didn't know? Well, obviously there was, seeing as Daniella knew about it. The deal? What sort of deal could her and Greg having going on. Instantly as she started to think about it, she could feel the knots forming in her stomach. "What deal?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips.
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Post by Linley-Garciona on Dec 29, 2008 17:59:23 GMT -6
Daniella blinked, suprised. She guessed that Greg really hadn't told her. She didn't feel that was right, so she decided to tell Blaire everything, even though she hadn't even told her own daughter. She guessed that she would have to tell Lara as well, but first she needed to explain it to Blaire. "Well, you see, 20 years ago, Greg was at a bar one night after you had run out on the wedding. I was there, and I had no idea that he was still with you or anything, in fact I think there was some rumor that you two were done. But anyway, Greg and I hooked up, and I thought nothing of it. Turns out I got pregnant, so I called him and asked him if he remembered. Turns out he was so drunk, he thought I was you for some reason. He said that he would send me a check every month if I promised not to say to people that he was the father. I assumed that he would at least tell you."
She looked at Blaire with sadness. "I truly didn't know he was still with you. I haven't told anybody this but you, not even Greg and I's daughter, Lara. He's never seen her, he said that would be too much for him. I'm sorry he didn't tell you."
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Post by KRISTINA ! on Dec 29, 2008 18:08:58 GMT -6
The knots in Blaire's stomach started to grow more and more as she listened to Daniella speak. She felt like she was going to throw up and second. How could Greg do that to her and not even tell her, his own wife, about it. Blaire slowly shook her head as he looked at Daniella, trying her hardest to not scream and slap her right there. "I-I have to go home. My kids are waiting." She shook her head one last time, before turning around and walking in the other direction, tears forming in her eyes.
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Post by Linley-Garciona on Dec 29, 2008 18:10:13 GMT -6
Daniella waved goodbye meakly, as she started to walk in the other direction.
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