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Post by florencia on Mar 12, 2011 9:47:18 GMT -5
Florencia was confused, happy yet angry all at the same time. She did not expect to see her mother here of all places, though she was glad she did. She loved her mom with all her pretty little heart, but having her on the chat? God it made her feel so awkward with all the flirting that was going on. Though she wouldn't say it was flirting, but her mom could of definitely took it that way.
But she couldn't say she wasn't glad her mom was here, cause that would be a lie. She was ecstatic, and it was the reason the moment she shut her computer off she jogged up to her mom's classroom hoping that was where she was at. But when she opened the door she found no one. She gave a slight frown and looked around at the things. She saw a picture of her and Ash as kids. They were so cute and happy. Flo actually liked her back then, cause she was a snobby bitch who got everything she wanted.
That made her frown as she sat at her mother's desk and leaned her head into it. Ash hated their mom, why Flo would never ever know, she would do anything to stay on her mom's good graces. Hell she'd do anything to live with her mother again, instead of her crappy father. When the door opened, her eyes widened in fear and excitement. What if she didn't want her? Then again she said she was here to see her girls again. So she sat up straight and sent a small prayer asking to have it be her mom have it be her mom.
outfit: here
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Post by ashleyreiner on Mar 12, 2011 12:24:46 GMT -5
ash made her way slowly to the classrooms halls, taking her time with each step. she was heading to the art room, of course, which was subsequently her mother's - her mother's! - new classroom. but she wasn't looking for alicia. and she wasn't looking for flo. since the hawthorne staff had recently been searching her dorm for alcohol, she had to improvise and hide her loot somewhere else. somewhere where things got lost easily. in the nooks and crannies of the art room, under hopelessly tangled yarn and glue and discarded pink and yellow pom poms, lay two bottles. one was smirnoff vodka, the other jack daniels whiskey. since ash wanted to forgot the recent events of her mother coming to teach at hawthorne, her alcohol intake had been heavy. she was already bombed, but her mind wanted more, and that drove her onward. she walked slowly for two reasons: one, she was afraid of falling or hitting someone in her drunken stupor, and two, she wanted to make sure absolutely no one was in the room. she stopped for a moment, and listened, near the art room door. was that a sound? her mind must be playing tricks on her. she stumbled forward and grabbed the door nob ungracefully. it was lighter than she had expected, and it flung open at high speed. she heard is crash, almost distantly, against the cement walls of the hawthorne hallways. "oopsie." she said, to no one in particular. she looked around quickly before walking in, suddenly spotting a body in her peripheral vision. she gasp and jumped backward as she placed her eyes upon flo. "damnit flo, what... what are you doing." she said, her words slashing together a bit. she made her way over to her hiding spot, stopped, and turned back to flo. ash wasn't gonna let flo know where she hid her things. she'd probably tattle. "no one's 'spose to be here.. get out." she said, pointing drunkenly to the door. man, the world was spinning, she fell into a desk and put her head on the cold, hard wood. "are you waiting for her?" she groaned into the desk, her words sounding like muffled gibberish. she turned her head to the side and strained to see flo. she prayed to god she wouldn't puke in this little encounter. damn, how the hell was she gonna get her booze with flo sitting right there? "get out o' her desk. impostor." she said absent mindedly. she had managed to hide her drunkenness well from the hawthorne staff, but with flo, it all came tumbling loosely out. ash was usually good at this. but her mind was slipping. "where is she?" she muttered, thinking about her mother. how she could never let her stay at hawthorne. she'd have to find a way to get her fired, because ash would not allow her to stay. no way in hell was she going to let her mother seep back into their lives. words , five hundred fourteen. outfit , click.tagged, gabby with flo/alicia notes , heyy (:
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Post by florencia on Mar 12, 2011 21:13:33 GMT -5
Flo looked up when she heard a loud bang, hoping it was Mom. God she missed her mom, and it had only been really less then a month since she saw her. Like the day before she got sent her was the last time she saw her. But still it felt too long to her, she wanted her mom. Yeah she was sixteen and a mama's girl. Oh well, she didn't care. But she had a tilt of her head when her sister staggered in. It was so obvious she was drunk when things started spewing from her lips.
She gave a shake of her head, "Seriously. Ash, you have issues." She gave a weak smile,"What do you think I'm doing her." She gave a soft laugh when her sister stated the obvious. "Well duh. Why else would I got to the art room. I hate art," she said with a little eye roll for emphasis. God sometimes Ash could be a total blonde and that was what Flo disliked the most about her annoying sister. She could be the biggest idiot of all time.
She tilted her head at the whole imposter comment, "Uh. Seriously Ash. Maybe you should lay off the drinking." She fought the urge to say, unless you share because for some reason Flo liked to drink when she was happy. And she was pretty darn happy. "Plus I'm not an imposter. I just can't wait to see Mom again."
"Does it look like I know?" Flo rolled her eyes again, seriously? what kind of shit was her sister on. She just wanted her mom back here and back in her life. They had been reunited, thanks to Flo's doing. Of course she let her mom know the moment she was here, and she said she'd find away here. And when she showed up? Hell it made Flo want to dance around the room and be a very happy happy girl.
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