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Post by ABIGAIL ROSE-MARIE CHARLESTON on Jan 23, 2013 0:31:33 GMT -5
Abigail's stomach growled when she entered O'Reilly's pub. She'd been at ballet practice all day and had only a smoothie for breakfast and apple for lunch. Even though her metabolism was extremely high and she could eat whatever she wanted without gaining weight, her coach still made her eat hardly anything.
But she would never tell her coach or dance teacher that she ate whatever she wanted at home. She was starving right now and wasn't going to feel the least bit guilty for eating a cheeseburger and fries. She looked around the pub and didn't see her dad yet so she decided to get a table to wait for him.
"Table for two, please," she told the hostess.
She was led to a small booth in the far corner of the pub. It didn't look too busy so Abigail was happy for the privacy. She never really liked eating in a loud atmosphere. She ordered a root beer when the waiter came by and waited for her dad to arrive. She hadn't had time to see him except around school for about two weeks due to her coach pushing her for an upcoming competition. Of course the competition wasn't for another four months but Coach wanted to start as early as possible, and Abigail couldn't really complain since she liked to practice a lot. Her motto was "practice makes perfect" and although many people say you can't be perfect, Abigail knew that all of her routines were perfect due to her natural talents and hours of practice.
She took a sip of her root beer that had come in a frosted mug while she looked out the window for her dad. She missed him terribly and was going to run and give him a big hug when she saw him. She smiled at the thought of almost knocking him over but frowned when she heard her mother's reprimanding voice in her head. 'Don't act like such a child, Abigail Rose.'
Abigail shook her head and took another sip of her root beer.
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