Cherrybomb400
The Tragic Princess
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Ivy was sitting in an office, her black beanie hat pulled over her cherry red dyed hair. This is bullshit. she thought. 12 years of being in the system, carted off to one foster home after another and now that she was 18 she was being kicked out to fend for herself. Of course that wasn't exactly the complete story. They set her up in a halfway house which was way too crowded and she was expected to pay rent but that meant she had to get a job, which brought her to this place.
Some guy was supposed to walts in here and tell her what she was going to do. She felt like Fry from Futurama getting ready to get her career chip that would brand her as a failure for the rest of her life.
Where was this guy? She must had been sitting there for a while. She crossed her arms and laid them over the desk and rested her head.
Some guy was supposed to walts in here and tell her what she was going to do. She felt like Fry from Futurama getting ready to get her career chip that would brand her as a failure for the rest of her life.
Where was this guy? She must had been sitting there for a while. She crossed her arms and laid them over the desk and rested her head.
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