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Post by Darknessfalls on May 26, 2006 20:39:00 GMT -5
Nisha sat quietlly in the small booth. Her hair hung around her face like a curtain. She sighed deeply as she starred at the blank white cloth that covered the table. What am I doing here? She thought to herself. Herself. Thats all it ever was, never her and, just herself. She placed both of her hands on the table. Her pale skin accented her purple painted finger-nails. She was snapped back to reality when her waiter returned with her steak. She thanked the man and cut into it. It had more pink on it than a barbie doll. What where they trying to do, kill her? She held her hand over the steak. Massive heatwaves came from her hand and onto the steak. She smiled, at least she could do...her thought was cut short as flames lept at the white table cloth turning it a dirty brown. ''Great..''She mumbled.
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