m<a class="postlink" href="http://www.buckle.com/marketing/creative_preview/image_piece/spring11_imagepiece.pdf?cm_mmc=CheetahMail-_-imagepiece-_-site-_-fashionguide">http://www.buckle.com/marketing/creativ ... shionguide</a>m<br/>(What she is wearing)<br/>m<a class="postlink" href="http://www.buckle.com/buckle-black-florence-bag/prd-87500BG1042/sku-9842780000">http://www.buckle.com/buckle-black-flor ... 9842780000</a>m<br/>(The bag she has with her at all times, filled with her belongings)<br/><br/>Ronnie felt a strong hand against her back as she was shoved out the door. "You can come back when you pay your fucking bills!" She heard a man scream after her. She rolled her eyes. "Suck it, old man!" She called back, sitting on the curb of the road with a sigh. Ragos would be here soon, and until then she would just wait.<br/><br/>Soon growing bored, she pulled a brush from her bag and started brushing her long blond hair, and doing her makeup. Finally done, she sighed and looked down the road. Where was he? She didn't want to sit here all morning, waiting. Rolling her eyes in irritation, she stood up and leaned against a street light pole, pulling out a cig, lighting it, and putting it in her mouth. She just stood there, smoking, while she waited.