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[Talia Emmert]

Miss Talia Emmert loved the city. She spent most of her life in it. Her lifestyle was basically moulded around it as Talia knew exactly how to handle things in the city. If she loved the city so much. Why was she in the god damn park?

Two words: Girl Time. Even though Talia saw the her three best friends, it was like she hadn't talked to them in ages. The only conversations they recently had was about either the rockers or partying. What happened to the times when they'd have a good spill out to the group?

There Miss Emmert stood. Directly infront of the lake (Mesmorized at the glistening clear water) whilst Joey ran around freely. The sparkles on the lake reflected on the pair of black framed Dior sunglasses resting on the bridge of Talia's nose. Waiting for Alexis, Isabella and Juli. Maybe others aswell...

[bella]

[/u] She replied quickly, wiping off the other palm on the very same bag and standing in her hot pink tee shirt and black and white plaid shorts over black stockings. It was an odd outfit, but it worked for her. Squionting her eyes she finally found the small form she was looking for. Joey. "Joey!" She smiled, padding forward towards the little man. Tal had to be nearby.
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[Talia Emmert]

Still gazing into the water, Talia looked at herself in the reflection but with no reaction. She'd always wondered if she was different from the rest of her friends (Or had no personal style). For example, Isabelle was always so down-to-earth and always knew what to do. Talia on the other hand was quite different, some people would call her stuck-up but lets face it: When your born multi-millionaire, it's hard for a girl in the O.C to be less snobby than usual. Ms Emmert's outfit consisted of a pale yellow bubble skirt, black laced camisole & white short sleeved blouse (Buttons only done-up in the middle, of course).

Suddenly, the sound of ecstatic barking filled Talia's ears which made a very clear answer: Isabelle was here. As much as Talia adored her little brunette shih tzu, Joey had always liked Isabelle better (And would only bark happily louder when seeing Isabelle than Talia). Maybe it was because Talia was more vulnerable to getting angry.

Following the sound of barking, Talia's black Rocketdog pumps clacked against the concrete surface making a soft sound which soon dissappeared when she stepped onto the grass. When she finally found Joey, Talia only had to look up to find Isabelle attempting to commuinicate with him. "Izzy!"