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Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on Dec 15, 2010 10:59:56 GMT -8
 Home. It just was not a place that Jessa wanted to be right now. She needed to get out, to go some place. A place that she could be alone. Any place. Jessa didn't care. So much had been going on. First Hannah was almost killed. Not Megan. Who would wind up being next? And the more she thought about it, the more pissed off at everything she got. It was not usually a side that she liked to show. But it was the worst thing about her. Her temper. And her temper could get pretty bad.
Letting out a long sigh, Jessa left the house, not telling anyone that she was going out, and headed down the street. She subconsciously clenched her fists. She didn't even realize that she was doing it. Right now, she just wanted to punch something. Anything. She wanted to get into a fight. Fighting releases all of the angry that she hides inside herself. It was never good to bottle that all up though, or to hide things. But hat was just how the fifteen year old was.
She hides her condition, not wanting anyone knowing. Because then se would automatically become the freak or something. And she doesn't talk about how she was feeling. She was kind of like a ticking time bomb. Shaking her head, Jessa just kept on walking, not even sure where she was heading to.
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Post by carla on Dec 15, 2010 15:29:01 GMT -8
She just couldn't believe it! He took back Rosa! Carla thought she had gotten rid of her the last time with what she did to her. Rosa had left! Why wasn't she gone for good?? Carla just didn't understand it. Her father never said a word to her about what she did, either, so she assumed that Rosa never ratted her out. It was a good thing. Carla would have gotten back for the trouble she would have been in. And now, now he was with her. Well, Carla would soon fix that.
She slipped out of the house without permission and the thirteen year old started walking. She didn't even know where she was going. But she knew that the store was somewhere in this direction. She had seen it yesterday. All she could think about were the pranks she was gonna pull on Rosa to get her to leave once and for all, when she suddenly slammed right into someone. "Hey!" she hissed, pushing Jessa. "Watch it!"
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Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on Dec 15, 2010 16:41:12 GMT -8
When Jessa was bumped into, she turned around, her eyes glaring daggers at the young girl. "Why don't you watch it?!" she hissed, and shoving the girl hard. "If you mess me, you'd seriously regret it." she hissed. She was so not in the mood to be dealing with this crap right now. She just needed to find somewhere, anyone, o go. To get away from everyone.
Jessa looked back to the girl and kicked her in the shin. "You better not cross me!" She clenched her fists tightly, and narrowed her eyes at the girl.
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Post by carla on Dec 15, 2010 17:16:32 GMT -8
The tomboy glared when she was threatened "oh yeah?" she hissed. "Let's see what you got!" she pushed her again before she was kicked. It hurt, but Carla had a big pain tolerance. Nonetheless, she didn't appreciate being kicked. "I'll do more than cross you!" she hissed, grabbing the girls' arms and shoving her against the door to a local tea shop.
"You don't know who Ii am! Leave me alone, bitch!" she hissed and slapped her before she let go and started to walk away. Fighting really wasn't her thing. She had a job to do
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Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on Dec 15, 2010 17:25:00 GMT -8
Jessa stumbled back into the tea shop and glared when the girl slapped her. But instead of doing anything at first, she turned to look at the girl with a smirk on her face. It wasn't something all girls would do after being slapped. It wouldn't do any good to slap this girl or any of the other stuff that should hurt. But you could stab Jessa in the arm and she'd probably just laugh it off. It didn't bother her.
She just shook her head. "You really don't know who you're with, do you?" Jessa chuckled and grabbed the girls arm, slamming her into a counter. "You fucking little bitch! I warned you!"
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Post by carla on Dec 15, 2010 17:29:50 GMT -8
As she connected with the counter, Carla let out a scream. "Fuck you!" she screamed and picked up a nearby tea cup and threw it at her. A couple of customers scoffed and stood up to move away from the feuding girls. As they did so, the manager walked over
"that's enough! Now, I want to know who your parents are, or I'm calling the police!"
Ignoring the manager, Carla reached forward and grabbed Jessa's hair. She held on tight as she attempted to thrust her knee into the girl's stomach.
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Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on Dec 15, 2010 17:38:45 GMT -8
When Carla had a grab of her hair, instead of trying to break free, Jessa grabbed the girls leg and pulled, causing her to fall. "You are so fucking pathetic! Fucking Bitch!" She then kicked the girl in her side and smirked, knowing full well that it would hurt. Well, she wasn't sure how bad. It wasn't something she would ever feel. Nor did she care to ever want to feel like that.
It sucked at times, but not feeling did have it's advantages. Disadvantages too. Like not knowing when to stop. That in itself could be dangerous. Her condition would end up being the death of her one day. Standing up, Jessa grabbed a plate and threw it at the girl.
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Post by carla on Dec 15, 2010 17:49:58 GMT -8
she landed on her back but threw a kick at her before she saw the plate. Rolling, she watched as it hit the floor and she grabbed a cannister of cream and threw it in her face. She reached down for another but the table was empty so she made her way towards the back of the room, where there was a private room nearby
"You fucking dyke! I bet you don't have any friends, do you! Cause you know why? You're a mother-fuckin bitch!" she hissed at her, grabbing another cup and throwing it at her
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Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on Dec 15, 2010 18:00:13 GMT -8
No, Jessa didn't have a lot of friends. But that's because she was more of a loner. And she wanted it to stay that way. "You fucking whore!!" she hissed, whipping the cream from her face. She followed Carla towards the back and ducked when the cup was thrown. And then slammed her into the wall before she could do anything else.
Then, grabbing Carla's arm, she raised her foot and kicked her hard into the private room. "You fucking little cunt!" she hissed. "Why don't you go back to the sewer were you belong!"
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Post by vivianf on Dec 15, 2010 18:10:19 GMT -8
The door was opening as Carla was kicked, and she collided with a waiter. "A cunt?? I'll show you a cunt!" she yelled, "You're just sore cause you're a fucking faggot!" as she yelled this, she threw a cake that had been on the waiter's tray. But as she did, someone else intervened and got cake on her face. Carla took a couple of steps backwards, ready to gun it.
Vivian had heard Jessa's voice above anything else. With widened eyes, she excused herself from her friends and got between the two "Jessa JoAnna-" as she started to scold her, she looked at the girl and got cake right in her face. Slowly, she stood up.
The manager walked in the doorway, cutting off Carla's only way of escape. "Are these yours? Because they just trashed my restaurant!"
Vivian took a cloth napkin from the waiter and wiped her face. "I assure you, this will be dealt with. Will you kindly get me the security tapes of everything that they did? Their parents will want to know about it" she said, with every intention of showing the tape to their parents. As she picked up her purse, she faced her friends and exhaled. "Ladies. I will see you all Thursday"
Carla folded her arms. "this is your fault!" she hissed, but was getting nervous. Her dad was going to watch and hear everything she had said and done? uhoh...
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Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on Dec 15, 2010 18:19:03 GMT -8
Jessa swallowed. Tapes? This was so not good. She looked back at the door and then back to Vivian. She wanted to just get out of the, run as fast as she could. She completely ignored Carla and slowly started taking small steps towards the doorway. "I'm outta here." she spoke, but said it rather quietly. She looked to the door, ready to bolt it out of there.
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Post by vivianf on Dec 15, 2010 18:27:53 GMT -8
"Jessa--" Vivian started to warn her. She could have told her who was going to be joining her. But she didn't have time. Ben stepped right in front of Jessa and put his hands firmly on her shoulders. "Whoa there. In a hurry?" he asked with a grin. He was pleasantly surprised to see his daughter. The pleasantness didn't last for long, though.
"I should say. Your daughter just ruined tea time. The manager is bringing the security tape. We're going back to my place and I'm calling Marco and--"
"Mom. All she needs is a parent. I'm right here."
"No, Ben. She lives with Marco. We are calling him"
Ben groaned as the manager brought the tape and gave it to her. Slipping it in her purse, she grabbed Carla's ear, who yelped out in pain "Ow! Let me go you fucking bitch!"
"let's go to the car now." Vivian said calmly
Ben looked down at his daughter. "Move it. NOW!" he raised his voice, yelling at her
Vivian looked at him unamused. "Ben....use your indoor voice" she scolded him
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Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on Dec 15, 2010 18:40:19 GMT -8
Jessa turned around, ready to bolt, when her father appeared in front of him. She looked up at him with wide and innocent eyes and opened her mouth to say something. But as soon as her grandmother spoke, she quickly closed it and looked down at the ground. She looked from her grandmother to Ben. "Yeah. Daddy can handle this." she honestly didn't think it would be so bad if Marco handled it rather than if Ben had. She then looked up at her dad and folded her arms. "You can't tell me what to do. I don't live with you." she replied, stubbornly but started out the door anyhow.
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Post by vivianf on Dec 15, 2010 18:48:54 GMT -8
Ben chuckled. "You know, maybe you're right" he bent down to her level and said "you don't live with me. But you know what I can do?" with that, he picked her up and bent her over his shoulder. "You know, Larisa gave me the permission slip to London. And I am going to simply shred it when I get home." As he said this, he went out of the tea shop, heading to his mother's car.
Carla was let go finally when they got to the car and as she held her ear, whimpering, the door was opened and she got in. Her fate was sealed. Her dad would be called and shown her behavior. And frankly, she was scared. Carla Nash had never done anything this bad, Well, she had, but hadn't gotten caught.
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Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on Dec 15, 2010 18:55:47 GMT -8
Jessa folded her arms and looked at her father when he reached her level, but she just stayed wuiet. Until he picked her up that was, and she let out a yelp. "Put me down!" she kept insisting. Not that it would really matter. And to be honest, she wasn't sure if she did care about London or not. She was upset and angry aabout what was happening to her family, to other people around her. And a part of her was scared. But she felt like she had no choice but to keep it all bottled up. She felt like she needed to be stronger than this. But she didn't feel likt that. She felt like there was this dam inside of her that was this close to breaking. "Fine. Go ahead. I don't care. just put me down!"
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