mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-06-12 13:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | laura, olivia, ota |
Olivia in the Mocha; Saturday afternoon; OTA and MW!
Olivia stood in line in the mocha wearing a black striped dress and a pair of black boots, staring down at the tabloid her boss had handed her today before sending her home on a temporary leave for the rest of the week. The picture on the cover was of her climbing into the back of her father's limo, and the caption read "Stick thin Liv killing herself with drugs! Friends fear for her life as her weight plummets to 98 lbs."
"Ninety-eight pounds," she muttered, disgusted with the way the tabloids had of embellishing. She had lost more weight than she needed to, but it hadn't been on purpose and it hadn't put her anywhere near ninety-eight pounds, and it hadn't been because of excessive drug usage, although right now she was considering it. Olivia's problems seemed to all come from good, old-fashioned depression.
Her brother, who seemed to physically be recovering from the accident just fine now, had developed a problem with pain pills, and was currently drying out in a forced rehab. Her father was under constant political scrutiny and pressure, her parents had been all but kicked out of the usual crowd of friends that they'd had and it'd put quite a strain on their marriage, and on top of it all, Olivia's work had gone to shit. The callers had eventually only called in to ask her about her dad or her brother or make derogatory remarks, so she'd stopped taking calls. Then, left to her own devices, she hadn't had much to talk about once she removed all the things that sucked in her life from her list of topics. She just didn't have the heart to be clever.
And that prompted this. She'd been given a mandatory week of vacation and told that she had to get her shit together or she would be dismissed. Gee, a whole week to make her life awesome again. They really were too generous.