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[kiara taylor aslet]

" look at this photograph, every time i do it makes me laugh ."

_{Five years ago, Kiara Aslet wouldn't have thought about going to a party with anyone but her ex. But now there she was at the Halloween party she and Brynne had organized, going with Deacon Perry. And truly, she was happy about it. Way happy. She liked Deacon, wanted to see where things would go. And Thalia really liked him too. Thalia was Kiara's three year old daughter, and she was Ki's heart and soul. The mother loved Thalia with all she had, and if she ever lost her child, she'd truly most likely die. And I'm not exagerating. Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror once more, she glanced down at her daughter, who was dancing around the bathroom in her cute little Strawberry Shortcake costume. Smiling, Kiara picked the little girl up and kissed the top of her head. "C'mon, we'll take you upstairs, pretty girl, and you can play with Henry and Holly and everyone else. Yeah?" Giggling, Thalia nodded excitedly. "Yeah yeah! Let's go!"}

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After dropping Thalia off upstairs, Kiara came right back down. She was supposed to find Brynne, but she figured that her friend was doing her own thing with Josh. Smoothing down her dress slightly, she went into the crowd. Trying to shoulder her way through all the people, one person pushed back. Gasping quietly, Ki fell to the ground, frowning and biting her lip. Glancing up, she set her eyes in a deep glare, tucking a strand of free hair behind her ear and getting right up, brushing her dress off and turning to the person that had knocked her over. "Look, least you can do is be polite." Rolling her eyes slightly, she crossed her arms. "Have a spooky Halloween. Hope the witches get you." She started to turn away, but then thought about it. No, she couldn't be that mean.. "Um.." Looking at the person, she smiled sweetly and held out one hand. "Kiara Aslet. One of the two amazing people that put this party together. Sorry, I was rude earlier. Just don't want to wreck my dress, you know.."

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NOTES left it slightly open for the person that takes this to be the person that knocked her over, blah blah blah. take it pleeease. (:[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/sub]