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[CATALINA LYSETTE GRAYSON.]

Catalina Lysette Grayson was beautiful. And she knew it very well. Everyone always complemented her beauty. She wasn’t typical Barbie doll pretty, she was high fashion china doll pretty. She had gentle round face with long chocolate brown hair that framed her face, large doe eyes and a cute rose bud mouth. But sometimes she doubted her beauty. She found herself average. Normal. And Cat hated normal. Normal was boring. Normal was safe. Catalina had strived most of her life to be noticed. To shine. But she realized now that she was normal. She was just like everyone else. And that thought terrified her.

Cat rolled over in her bed and groaned. Her alarm clock told her that it was ten am. She didn’t have any classes today so she had decided to sleep in and chill around her apartment. But her body didn’t want to sleep in or lounge about her room. Cat kicked her sheets off and jumped out of bed. She walked across the hardwood floors into her bathroom. Her dark hair was knotted and messy. Like a birds nest. Catalina groaned. At least she didn’t have any pimples or sudden black heads. That was somewhat good news. Catalina slipped off her pajamas and jumped into the shower. After a quick shower Cat blow-dried her hair and put on some clothes and shoes. Looked in the mirror. Naturally she looked perfect. Even her casual messy clothes fit perfect together. Catalina was getting sick of perfect.

Catalina grabbed her keys, opened the door, and walked slowly down the stairs of her apartment and tossed open the complex door. So many places to go. Not. So many places to see. Not. She could go to the beach. But that would require her to go up and get her bikini. Something she was unwilling to do. She could go shopping. But sadly she already had WAY too many clothes. Most of which, Cat had never worn. After of few minutes of debating with herself, Catalina had finally decided to go to the park. It was a nice day. It was little early so few people would be around. Plus going there was free. And that was always a plus. The park wasn’t far from her apartment so Catalina decided to walk. It would give her a chance to see the town not to mention great exercise.

As Cat walked she couldn’t help but think of her boyfriend. He was acting strangely distant lately. He walked around groaning and sighing about something but whenever she asked about it, he would snap her and walk away. It was getting frustrating. Very very frustrating. Was he mad at her? Did she do something wrong? Was it the sex? Catalina smirked. No it couldn’t be that. Cat always a trick up her sleeve to keep things exciting. Well, maybe its not something bad she thought. Then an idea hit her. Oh my god! Maybe he’s going to propose!? She knew it was wishful thinking but it was a shot!

Catalina arrived at the park. But she was in the middle of a daydream and hardly noticed the person walking in front of her. That is until she ran right into them.

Oh my god! I’m so sorry! she said.




TAGGED:: WHO? openness
WORDS:: HOWMANY? 577
LYRICS BY:: SEX ON FIRE - KINGS OF LEON
CREDIT TO:: RORA AT HOS

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[YVETTE JOHANNA MOREL.]

^{live forever, never say never,} you can do better, _{that's what she said.}

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Yvette had woken up early, as usual, to tend to the stables. She loved the ranch, but sometimes waking up early got to her. If she really lacked on sleep she would go through stages before her crash. She could last a long time without sleep; she just had to constantly pump herself up. Usually this happened by listening to her ipod. After she pumped herself up (if she hadn't, she'd be going through motions with no idea as to what she was doing), she would start having a lot of energy like little kids do after they eat numerous pixi-stix. Then she would find everything humourous and speak nonsense. Finally, she would close her eyes - insisting it was only for a moment - and conk out completely. Now, Yvette wasn't lacking on sleep that much, but she had had a restless night so she desperately needed sleep. She was supposed to work today (technically she worked everyday since she always had to do little things around the ranch). She was supposed to give three lessons today and lead two trail rides. Then she would do everything that a stablehand would do which was more than her normal little tasks. Finally, at the end of the day, she would have to help her dad with a cattle drive. In all honesty though, she had no such energy to do so.

It was seven in the morning and she was picking at her breakfast. Her mom and dad were big on breakfast and dinner. They would cook these elaborate dishes together and it usually was a family thing - when everyone was awake. Her dad still arranged the plates in smiley faces as if Yvette and her twin brother were still six years old. She had a pancake with whipped cream eyes dotted with chocolate chips, there was a strawberry nose, and her dad made the mouth out of bacon. Her mother poured orange juice while telling everyone what needed to be done that morning. Nobody was paying much attention, but they were pretending to. Yvette had her jeans and boots on with an old baggy t-shirt. The breakfast was good, but she couldn't finish the large pancake and she had drowned it with syrup which she was sloshing around her plate with her fork. She was too tired to realize there were annoying squeaks coming from her plate. After she felt everyone's eyes on her she stopped and got up. She put her plate in the sink and walked to start her chores.

Yvette was just going through the motions. She put goat feed in the horses food bin; horse bedding in the chickens food, and somehow managed to herd all of the chickens into the goat pen. Finally, her dad - who had been watching her - decided to let her have the day. Well, not the whole day, just half of a day until she regained herself. Yvette showered and then slept. Then she slept and although she had set her alarm clock, she slapped the snooze button. She woke up at the time any other teenager would wake up (a little after noon) and was refreshed. Who knew three hours of sleep could work such wonders. She dressed herself and slid into a pair of flip flops. She put some product in her hair to make it a lot tamer after she had clipped on a little necklace. It was simple, but she looked fairly cute if she were to say so herself. She was supposed to be back in time to teach her lessons which were at three, four fifteen, and five thirty. Deciding to take advantage of her half of a day off, she hopped into her pick up truck and drove to the park.

Being refreshed as she was, Yvette just wandered around the park. She took in all of her surroundings: the sounds of the birds, the rustle of the trees, and the smoothness of the path she was walking on. However, she was daydreaming about a stablehand. Not just any stablehand, the infamous mr. marshal. Somehow he got a job at Charlie's Ranch to replace a few months in prison. Or it was something like that; Yvette didn't really know and she didn't really wanna believe in the rumours. One of these days she was going to ask him. One of these days she was going to...

THUD! "Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized quickly. She had walked right into a girl who seemed to be daydreaming too. They both apologized at the same time and Yvette gave a little smile. There were people in Mountain View that would use a run in - literally - as a way to meet new people. Yvette wasn't that social. In fact, she was fairly shy with strangers and preferred people coming up to her. Once she was comfortable with someone she was a lot more outgoing and lively, but at the moment she just didn't have it in her. She rarely did with people she was unfamiliar with.

TAGS: catalina lysette grayson.
OUTFIT: this pretty little thing.
NOTES: none?

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