I Live In Misery (Serah/Marie)

stay out of trouble was one of the rules that was apart of the white's family. her hand ran through her hair while she was finishing up cleaning her room. the air conditoner was broken, so she was going to have to leave to get something to cool her off. letting out a sigh of frustration, and pulled her sling bag over her shoulder and walked down the stairs. it would be only a matter of time before they didn't understand how to allow Serah to run the roads during school hours. Luckily for her, it was the summer and things like this was acceptable for the white's. a tarquoise cami, white shorts and a pair of white converses was todays outfit of choice.

her footsteps found the concrete and her path was leading away from the whites family's house. her birth mom left her on the whites family's doorstep, she must have done some form of research considering that the family was a foster family. they didn't adopted serah like normal families would do, but left her available to be taken from another family. no one wanted for her to be their kid. no one. she was abandon and unwanted by people that wanted to create a family. her fingers found the wire connected to her earbugs putting them in her ears and putting the opposite plug in her phone, setting it to play 'bring me the horizon' to flood her ears with joyful tunes. most of the people that passed by her know her from other places, for example, the races. there wasn't a race that she didn't attend or at least, attempted to attend. hell, there was even a few that she actually was able to participate in with her handy false identifcation. she was able to get one from one of her friends that had fun playing identy theif and told them nothing about her life. her songs tended to stay on shuffle so she wouldn't be able to memorize the song list. not that she already knew the songs that was all located in her cellular device. a low sigh escaped her lips, lifting her arms and throwing her hair in a pony tail using the elastic pony tail to keep it off of her neck. the last thing that she wanted was a heat stroke.

walking in the door of the ice cream shop by a guy holding it open for her, it wasn't until her feet hit the front desk that she was able to pull out one of her earbuds and turned down the volume. the cashier asked her what she wanted ice cream she wanted, "i would to purchase a large oreo blast or whatever it's called." she replied, to the cash register. she was given the price of her purchased and she digged out her wallet from her purse, opening it and giving them exact change. it was something she was normally good at doing, she knew she would hate pulling out money and worry about giving them correct change. she picked up the cup and supplies baggie, after dropping her wallet back in her purse and throwing her bag back over her shoulder. glancing around the area and the tables had been filled with families, pot heads and older gentlement, couples and it seemed like a few of them were on a date. why would you even consider a stupid ice cream store a fucking date.. she did spot something that she recognized from school, or what some people like to call it an educational system. she simply walked up to him and ploped on the opposite side of the booth, "you go to newport, right? well of course, i'm right. i've seen you on campus. how are you?" she said, not even asking him if she could sit there. he didn't seem like he wanted company, but that's when people really needed it and he was going to have to get used to it.