Post by ali2 on Sept 13, 2011 16:00:25 GMT -5
[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]Ali herself had been born and raised in New York City. She loved he city, the attention she had gotten every day, the heiress of a major enterprise company had not been ignored. Walking into a store she had been swooned by the clerks, knowing that she spent obscene, maybe even considered crude amount of money per day. Who honestly cared though. She spent the money she was given, money was of no use to her if it didn’t get her something. Everyone knew that about her. Though it sometimes surprised her how she never got bitchy about her money. She only ever seemed to get bitchy about little things. With guys, however, she always got along with them. She wasn’t a girl who really got along with other girls, but she definitely got along well with guys. And no, not just speaking of sex. Her personality. She was a girly girl, that was no joke, but she would sit through a football or baseball game and be able to hold a conversation about her teams. In New York, everyone was for the Yankees, more like the Skankees. Ali was a die-hard Red Sox fan just like her brother. They had set down on the couch, munching on munchies and cheesey poofs as they watched the Red Sox kick ass in games. Ali also could just as into a game as a guy could. This, guys seemed o find amazing about her. She wasn’t quite sure why, but guys seemed to enjoy the fact that she could sit down and appreciate a good game of ball. Though Ali was more about shopping than anything, and her “Daddy” had made sure his precious had had everything she wanted. And now, he still paid for her shit, some reason or other had brought him to believe spending as much money as possible on her was he only way to get to her heart. This was not true, Ali was warm and fuzzy on the inside. She loved to be cuddled on, fondled, and loved. She just hadn’t found that guy, but she was looking towards Jesse.
So maybe Aliana was a spoiled brat, and it was true. Glancing around her you would see riches, and everything anyone could want, but there was one major things that Ali was missing. She had no family. She and Nick had gotten into a fight when she told him how old her boyfriend was, and her parents weren't talking to her because they wanted her to come home, but they were paying for everything she wanted, and neither of them had suspended credit cars, so what was the point? She had no one. There was only one person that Ali relied on, and that was herself. She knew how to take care of herself, and she definitely knew how to use what she had to get exactly what she wanted. She had a perfect body, money, and intelligence. She was a black widow disguised as a butterfly. Things weren't easy, but she did it.
Many would argue, saying that her life was easy, that having as much money, and being as popular as she was would give her the most fabulous life, but it wouldn't. Money couldn't keep you company. It could buy you things, but there was one thing money couldn't buy, no matter what anyone said. Money could never buy happiness, and Aliana was the poster girl for that motto. Behind those beautiful blue eyes hid a troubled girl, with a troubled past, and troubled present. She wouldn't go much into detail, but the way it felt to just go out, and maybe get some attention, was like receiving a million dollars. She was lonely, and attention was something she craved, and it was something she needed, but it seemed like she couldn't have it, and if she could it was not right. Something about it never felt right.
To be honest there was a void missing from this girl, and she could not really put her finger on it, but she could feel it. It was like an emptiness that she just couldn't fill no matter what she did. Though Ali hid the loneliness, some knew it from looking into those brilliant baby blues that cursed her face. She knew that having the eyes of an angel; so deep and blue that it looked as if ocean water filled them; was a blessing, but also a curse. Those eyes betrayed her so often that it was hard for her to trust her own self. They could show anyone any emotion she was feeling if they only took the time to look, fortunately for her many weren't that observant, and they never noticed, but then there were those few, and she dreaded them.
Ali had not always been this way. She had been born a caring, open girl that was not afraid to leap without a safety net, but little things had built up against her, and that was when everything just seemed to fall apart. Her rape, and the whole situation with Kyle had amounted to four levels of wall. Then with Darack, well, that had stacked about about ten levels, then there was Jackson. he amounted to five levels, and then Zach equaled the rest. it seemed like every time she let herself actually get involved in something and open up she always got hurt. She was almost considering living her life out like a hermit crab. Then no one would know where she was, and no one could hurt her. She would pay little kids to buy her her groceries, and she would live up on a hill surrounded by trees, and she would be friends with squirrels. She thought that was a good plan for her. Yeah right. Like Aliana could go without shopping, that was just absurd. She was a shopaholic.
If there was one things that Aliana Donahue could do good, that was shop. She was known for spending obscene amount of money per day, and then going right back out the next day and spending crude amounts all over again. Shopping was like her church. When she shopped she just got to have fun, and think to herself as she found the newest Prada shades. Never did Ali buy anything on sale, everything that girl owned she had payed full price for, and that was why she looked like she did. No price tag had ever deterred Ali away from a purchase, and if Ali wanted Ali got. it wasn't her money; it was her Father's. What was he going to do? Revoke her inheritance and Trust? Yeah, okay. Putting the family business in Nick's hands was like asking for disaster, and really, she knew her Dad would never revoke it, she would hate him forever if he had. it was a simple situation.
Ali stepped out of the purple Porsche her Father had recently had delivered to her. She pressed the lock button and listened to her new car chirp to her. Quickly Ali was striding towards the front entrace of the mall. She needed a little rehab, and rehab for Ali was shopping. She was ready to go in and spend crude amounts of money. She always did this when she was getting upset with her family. She punished them by having to foot the awful bill for her weekly shopping sprees. Soon she was striding through the front doors. Her heels clicked annoyingly on the cement. Today was was dressed down for what she usually would be wearing. A simple pair of designer holed up jeans, and tank top that clung perfeclty to her form. It rode slightly up showing her toned, and tanned mid-drift. She had on a pair of Gucci shades that covered her eyes. She glanced around, trying to see if she saw anyone she knew. She needed something to keep her entertained till the shops were all open. Otherwise, this whole thing would just be dull. She figured it would not be too long before something would rise up. Now it was just a wait and see game.
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WEARING jeans, tank, heels, shades. !
NOTES WOW, I surprised myself on this one* !
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