How do you see right through me? {Jack}

[LAYLA WILKERSON]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] “So they had a little sugar, who cares, Mom?” said a young brunette as she stepped through the double doors of her building, pausing in the lobby to listen to her mother on the other line. The woman yelled at the poor girl, who was already flustered from anger with the conversation, causing the girl to roll her eyes and tap her foot impatiently as the elder growled about obesity or something unimportant for two eight year old boys. <br><br> “Mom, it was their spring break…I understand that they have to look their best and everything, but seriously, they look absolutely…Okay, whatever, have a nice night. Next time, I’ll be sure to lock them to the couch and feed them carrots and broccoli all day, just for you. We wouldn‘t want them to have any childhood, now, would we?” Hanging up with a huff, Layla threw her phone in one of the grocery bags in her arms and made her way towards the elevator, raising her elbow to hit the up arrow button on the wall beside the golden doors. <br><Br> As she waited, her mind wandered to fear that the elevators might break down here. After all, the apartment building wasn’t exactly the most reliable, being notorious for it’s shortcomings rather than it’s strengths. Normally, Layla didn’t even bother with the elevator, but having arms full of grocery bags, she didn’t really have a choice. Surely it wouldn’t break down. She was just being paranoid. As the doors opened, Layla quickly moved into the elevator, setting her bags down at her feet. She was on the top floor, so it would be a long ride up, and her arms were a bit tired. Sighing, the brunette leaned against the railing and began waiting for the doors to close. Hopefully she wouldn’t be sharing with anyone. Elevator rides were always awkward. [/style]

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