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[center][color=E81B00]Chasing for what’s far ahead always yearning 
Don’t know why but the beauty I really want 
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The rays peaking through the blinds in the window of the beach-adjacent house at the end of Via Los Incas were relentless. [color=E81B00][i]Doesn't the sun know it's a Sunday? It could take a break from being so annoyingly peppy.[/i][/color] In a queen-sized bed adorned with plush pillows and light linen sheets, nothing was providing respite from the light. So in an act of surrender, the 18-year-old girl rolled out of bed, rubbing her shoulder blade through her t-shirt. It still stung a bit as a reminder of the birthday present she gave herself last month. Didn't sting as much as the remnants of the pity party thrown last night. The sun made sure of that.

Shawna Josi slowly worked her way downstairs, stumbling a bit as she rubbed her head, trying to get it to calm down while she thought about things like food, or beverage, or other necessities. Didn't matter what attention she would attract, not like there was anyone to bother. Her parents were still off on that round-trip world cruise that was their anniversary present to themselves Probably halfway to Burma by now. Lia hadn't been home in months, not since her and Ryan moved into that apartment in Queens last year. Nick? Gone back to Harvard a couple months ago, wanting to get skating practice in on ice that wasn't rendered into slush by the Florida climate.

The teenager looked at the counter, where most of the mixing for last night's pity party happened. It didn't have to go down this way. She could have been a part of the crowd. She could have gone to Homecoming like the rest of the students and participated in some school-sanctioned debauchery. Heck, telling her classmates she had an empty house for the after-party probably would have made her pretty popular. Definitely would have been more fun than getting drunk and high and watching Friends on Netflix for the tenth time.

But she didn't care. Not about that. 

What she did care about was that drunk Shawna had completely emptied her stash.

She looked at the counter and saw the Ziploc bag with a few crumbs of leaves left inside. Nowhere near enough to get her through another lonely, lazy Sunday. She walked around and saw the small "water pipe for tobacco" left by the fancy chair, surrounded by what looked to be the emptied six-pack of Smirnoff Ice she was able to get from the uncaring convenience store clerk using Lia's old ID. Ramiro didn't bother checking to see the expiration date of the Florida license was from back when Marco Rubio still had a shot at the presidency. That's why Shawna liked Ramiro.

However, in this recent state she found herself in, no alcohol and no drugs makes Shawna ... something, something. At least, that's what she thought. [color=E81B00]"Shit, now what am I gonna do?"[/color] she mumbled to no one in particular. As most teenagers did, she turned to her phone for answers, particularly to one of the friends she did have. Well, maybe not friend, but someone she definitely a strong economic relationship with.

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However, Shawna had no idea what state CJ was in either. She couldn't get a hold of him last night. Otherwise things might have been livened up a little bit. So she had no idea how long it would be, waiting for a response. Or why she threw in that last bit. [color=E81B00]"Like I'd be worth twenty cents doing that sort of thing..."[/color] Her stomach growled in agreement. Or just plain hunger. It was hard to tell.

The teenager looked around the room and saw a mess that she had neglected to clean up for a few days now, and no easy solution to her food problem. [color=E81B00]"Ugh. Sunlight or actually cooking food?"[/color] she pondered aloud. [color=E81B00]"Which would be worse for me right now?"[/color] Another growl settled that question. [color=E81B00]"Fine, fine. I'll go get food."[/color]

She ambled back upstairs as quickly as she could, throwing on a pair of shorts but electing to keep the t-shirt on. Purse acquired, she made her way to the door with a bit more confidence, knowing she was going to get some food. She was sure to grab the Prada sunglasses off the table though. The sun was going to be a tricky foe, but she had weapons against it. [color=E81B00]"All right, let's go you,"[/color] Shawna willed herself as she stepped out into the Palm Beach atmosphere, intent on finding food, CJ, or both if she was lucky.