Im trying to see if I can have three stories all runnin at once, and still have time to update! Enjoy......if you read that is.
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"I did it! I made it! I got past the rotten hell of home!! I finally did it! It's a relief! I made it to the strip without getting caught! Me, Little Ryan Holmes, made it! It's five in the afternoon, the sun is setting, and I'm away from mom and dad! No more living in the desert of Nevada. Hello Las Vegas!"
Little Ryan was19, going on 20, and lived in a quiet home of three in the lonely deserts of Nevada. Her mother and father, Bryan and Sherran Holmes, always had high expectations of their daughter, but the bad part of the whole deal was that their expectations were a bit to steap. Ryan wanted to live an exciting life, going to a collage outside of her safe home. Her parents didn't allow it. They were the peacefull type that lived by all the the rules and never once dissobeyed. Ryan could only do certain things. Her hair had to stay a certain lenth, short, only going past her jaw. She had to wear certain clothes, nothing revealing, all skirts went past the knee, no pair of pants had holes in them, and she did not own one pair of jeans. Not to mention, she couldn't show certain bits of skin. She had to attend a prep collage by her parents choice, and the worse thing......date who was recommended. That ment no rockstars, drug dealers, celebrities...nothing. No writters(Which sucks) or guys with long hair. They couldn't have tatoos or piercings, and they couldn't have a leather jacket! Does that sound fun to you? If so....too bad because it didn't sound like a good time to her. So.....she ran, excaping that life, and made it to the City! Her down town, and place to drink. The Sin City....Vacation of a life time, Las Vegas. With the money she stole from home, she could get as much as the top floor at the Hilton. The job she had....she quit, taking her last paycheck, and every other check she got, for Vegas. And her boyfriend, Johnny Monstamos, she left him.....but not broke up with him. She simply left his uptight behind back in the desert....back home. Now, this lovely redhead is off for the time of her life.
And what am I you may ask? I'm sort of her voice(Her mind) I tell the story for her, but really....she's telling the story herself. I'm her deepest friend, and oldest for that matter. Her gut, and her luck..............Well I already told you I was her heart! I know everything, and I'm her thoughts because, you see, if she has converstations with herself....I'm the one arguing with her. Are you confused yet?? Good, because you'll be hearing alot of me.
"This is the life! This fresh air is soooooo nice!!" She yelled on the dirt road before the city! The dirt and sand splashed on her creamy skin as she threw her arms in the breeze. Yes.....she had arrived. A 2 hour walk...and she made it in 1.(And yes, i'm the voice....her heart and her mind)
Her wavy red hair blew as the wind did, and she quickly ran down that road toward the city itself. She feasted her sea green eyes on the sights for she had never seen anything so extravigant. All her life she stayed home, and went to private schools that said never to live outside the box. She had gazed on clothes, and funky designs that the people down there wore. The air was filled with ciggarret smoke, and she loved it. Not to be weird but the poor girl never smelled anything bizzar.
"What a place!" was all she could say. Her tan highwater pants blew about, revealing how baggy they were. Her brown belt was to be proven to tight, and her white collared shirt was too white. Her nails to clean, and her shoes....nurses shoes. This City of her dreams was to exciting, and she wasn't. Her face was to plain, as in no make-up. As pretty a girl as she is, she never put on any drop of make-up. Only chapstick....but no lipstick. Even her hair didn't seem red enough, nor straight enough. The only thing that could probably make her sunken life better, was the fact that she had a cheata print scarf on. It went well with her classic looks.
With all the money in her pockets, and no wallet....she had a plan for clothes to replace her dreedful look. She started to wonder harder. Looking for stores. She did what we call, window shopping. To bad she was stopped by a man that caught her through the corner of his eyes on the streets of the strip. He seemed blown away by her red hair, questioning if it was natural. She glanced at him in an irritated fashion, starring through the glass of a store that had a beautiful dress, and back to him on the hot outside of it.
"Can I bother you for a second?" He asked her, starring in her eyes. She tossed him an awkward look.
".....I." She wasn't sure what to say, for she didn't know the guy, and nobody's ever come up to her at random, '' I dont think so....''
'' Oh come on! Its just a card trick!''
She was confused, ''I dont even know you!'' She backed away from him a little
"I won't hurt you! I promise! Just a card trick!"
She still didn't want to trust him. She was still craddled from her parents saftey,
"My name is Criss. You probably know me by my show....MindFreak??"
"Who?" She asked in a rude manner, turning more toward him.
"Criss....Criss Angel!"
"Sorry....never heard of him!" A crowd of people around them started to snicker and laugh, "What's so funny?" She got upset, "I don't know who he is!"
Criss looked down at the card deck, sweetly smiling, letting the sunlight hit him in a nice place, "...I just told you. My name is Criss Angel." He returned back to her eyes, "It's just a trick. I wont touch you...promise...again!" He smiles, softly telling her.
She glanced down at her nails, nervously fiddling with them, "I'm not suppose to talk to guys like you." She whispered. He was captivated by her. He smiled at her again.
"What's your name?" He asked, searching her eyes, which she didn't allow him to look in.
"It's--" She looked at him breifly, but shyly put her eyes back down, "DB..." She answered.
"DB?" He questioned, raising one of his eyesbrows.
"Yes.....Day-Break!" She smiled, not afriad to look him in his eyes this time, with her lie. He stared for a moment.
"Why Day-Break?" He asked, curious.
"It's the color of my hair." The people in the crowd made the awwwwwww noises. They too were captured by her innocents. Whatever innocent was--her lie had them licking on the floor.
"No..see your hair is more of a fire-ish red."
"Well.....I think it's like dawn and day break."
"Oh....you even have a fire-ish attitude! I like that!" He shuffled his deck of cards, "So now that your confedents is up....how bout that card trick?" He questioned smoothly.
"Why me?" She played that same game back to him.
He leaned in closer to her, watching her hair just blow through that Vegas breeze, then looked down to her eyes in that brilliant sunlight, not helping but to stare at them, "Because you have the most amazing ocean green eyes." He smirked at her, drawing her in. "Now, pick a card! Any card....and remember it!" He spreaded out the deck.
"And if I don't?" She resisted him.
"Then you ruined the magic trick.....and for such a pretty girl, you wouldn't want your will to say no on worldwide television would you?"
"If your a magician......" She stared at him somemore. He had completely waisted her time with a magic trick. She didn't accept his offer to play, "......Then I would have to say no." The camera crew behind him froze, aswell as he. His mouth was wide open. Don't catch flies Criss...
"Good day.....Angle" She walked away. Her tan pants blew along. Poor Criss was speechless.
"It's Angel...." he said softly.
Ryan continued window-shopping after, however, she had wondered if that was all Vegas was known for. She quickly adapted to her false name. "DB......I like it. It's just what I need in this town."
It was soon 7:30, and she had been driffting off far enough. It was time to check into a nice hotel, but since she wanted the excitment of life....she checked into a small Motel along the strip. Yes the moneymoon sweet....just as worse as the regular rooms.
She went into the mini bathroom they gave with the room to gaze into the broken mirror. She noticed the plain-jane that her parents raised her to be, but she also noticed a quote from Criss. "Fire-ish" And she loved that feeling inside.
Scissors she found in a cabnet below the sink were her next lesson. With that collared shirt, she tore, flashing skin and smiling about it. Next she took those mess of pants, making them into shorts above the knee for her own satisfation. It was better. She laughed back at her reflection really liking what she saw, but then that smile faded, and she became uncomfortable.
..............Her parents were going to be looking for her and she knew it. This peice of fun she found wouldn't last long, and she knew it. She knew she had to turn up the heat before that bridge finally fell. It was definatley time to live, and get a step on it before that stop-watch of her life finally stopped ticking.
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