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Date Posted: 17:41:27 05/22/02 Wed
Author: Angelique Kyra
Subject: .:: My Heart Is Like An Open Highway ::.

.:: Obsequious eyes didn't stray from the small piece of parchment in Angelique's hand. A few loose locks of brown were falling into her face as she sat, unmoved, a mixed look of disbelief and anger tainting the usual spaced-out features.

Her parents had, yet again, unwittingly built an impervious wall around themselves, thinking everything would be alright. Sweet Angelique. Beautiful Angelique. Caring Angelique. She'll understand, she won't mind if we go capering off to some unknown place where we risk our lives, especially if we don't tell her. Angelique understands that we can use the excuse we need to clear our minds, she won't see the real reason.

That was all the letter said to her, even though what it said was not overdosed in mad fits of sarcasm. It seemed there their vacations, get-aways, trips...it's as if they were forever. Perdurable. Angelique knew they didn't realize they thought it was alright, they thought she was an angel, Angel Angelique. She was a dreamer, a dare devil, there was such a difference. Everytime she knew they were gone she was only tempted again and again to go off on the wild spontaneous trips her heart wished to be on. breaking free, being liberated.

A sigh escaped the curvy lips, she soon gained equanimity, letting it all flow through her. Calming herself. So they were gone again, she wouldn't get any mail for awhile, so what. She could do more than dream now, but she'd ahve to make sure she wasn't stepping out of place. That meant dealing with people she'd rather avoid, or worse, growing attached. The girl finally snapped out of the trance that had been lingering in her face, breaking thoughts.

Dear God, she thought, Please! Distraction, now! Keep from this pointless thought before I drowned myself in wrong-doings... she laughed at herself. Too late. Angelique was already masterminding her first very unheavenly, un-angelish act. Being labeled by the school wasn't so bad, let them think whatever, but she wouldn't have it from her parents, especially when it was wrong. ::.

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