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Post by francesca elle marlin♥ on Oct 20, 2008 18:47:24 GMT -5
Francesca walked through the doors of Starbucks. Her nose took in the smell of coffee and chocolate right away. Ahh. It felt a little bit like home. She walked up to the counter, and said "A small caramel frappucino with no whipped cream." Taking out her red Betsey Johnson wallet from her Louis Vuitton, she grabbed a 5 dollar bill and handed to the cashier. He took it and gave her change. As they were making her drink, she walked over to see the baked goods. Ooh, a brownie? What about a large cookie? Francesca took a brownie, and headed back to the cashier.
"Here you go," the blonde cashier said, handing her her drink. She waved the brownie over her face, telling the guy to keep her was-be change.
Francesca walked over to a small chair over in the corner. Sitting down, she felt totally relaxed. Ahh. Taking a sip, Francesca fished out her laptop from her bag, and placed it on the table. It was time to check for some e-mail.
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Post by ``erica mccoy on Oct 21, 2008 11:51:33 GMT -5
  E R I C A.
Erica McCoy parked the black range rover outside of the starbucks. She had gotten the car when she was around the age of 15. Her father had just became a billionare and Erica was upset.That was when E tried to make them middle class again. It didn't work. Erica tried spending their money. She bought everything in sight, but it didn't even put a dent in it. Well E gave up and moved on. Erica hated having flashbacks of her old life. It annoyed her.
E grabbed her Juicy tote and locked her car. She heard the beep beep and went inside. She ordered a mocha latte because she was freezing. Erm got the latte and saw a girl that she had met earlier. What was her name? Oh. It was Francesca. Erica caught eyes with her and smiled at her. She got her latte and approached her. "Hey Francesca!"E said to her with a huge smile.
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Post by francesca elle marlin♥ on Oct 26, 2008 11:18:34 GMT -5
Francesca looked at the screen. No new messages? Ugh. Francesca looked up, and saw Erica, who she had met earlier in the Garden. She was holding a latte, which reminded Francesca; she took a sip of her frappucino. Aahh.
"Heyy." Francesca said, motioning for her to take the seat next to her. "What's up?" she asked. "I love your bag, by the way. It's a Juicy, right?"
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Post by ``erica mccoy on Nov 3, 2008 18:56:04 GMT -5
E R I C A. "&& i don't want the world to see you, because I don't think that they'd understand."
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Erica sipped her drink again. She loved the warmness of the drink. E smiled as she sat down next to her and crossed her legs. "Nothing really. Bored actually."Erm said to Francesca. "Have people ever called you frannie?"E asked curiously. She wondered because Frannie was so close to her actual name. Erica liked the nickname. Erica smiled. "Thanks. Yes it is."Erica said to her.
[[ooc- sorry i was on a trip and i have writers block so sorry so short.]]
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Post by francesca elle marlin♥ on Nov 4, 2008 16:15:22 GMT -5
"Well, just my 2 year old cousin who lives in Sweden.." Francesca giggled, thinking of the messy little girl who always wore blue dresses, with black hair.
"But please don't call me that, ugh. It sounds so... kiddish." Francesca laughed, trying to sound friendlier.
"You know, my best friend back in New York City had that bag in red. Except once she spilled a latte on it." Francesca smiled.
"Oh, what other schools have you gone too? I've been to Bexley Prep, but that's it." Francesca asked.
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