Post by Laine Brookson on Feb 17, 2009 9:10:56 GMT -6
THIS TIME WE'RE NOT GIVING UP
[/font]LET'S MAKE THIS LAST FOREVER
[/center]SCREAMING HALLELUJAH HALLELUJAH
WE'LL MAKE THIS LAST FOREVER
[/size]WE'LL MAKE THIS LAST FOREVER
got nothin but time on our hands[/font][/size][/center]
Laine absently tapped her fingers against her desk to whatever song was playing, not actually thinking about it. She was trying to finish up some art history project that was due the next day, that she hadn't even started yet. She'd been busy. A charity ball of her mother's to attend, various parties to go to and help throw, tons of gossip to catch up on and spread. All in all, more important things to do than her homework. Especially when her homework was about the history of various ancient paintings. She didn't care about paintings. They were pretty enough, sure, but not actually interesting.
Laine scribbled down a final sentence onto her paper, before deciding to go outside for a minute, and take a break. It was early evening, and getting a little chilly. It had been a surprisingly warm day, so Laine wasn't exactly dressed for cold weather. She stood up from her desk, and walked over to her bed, and pulled off the black blanket that had been folded on the end. She wrapped it around her shoulders, and headed out the door of her dorm.
The dorms had a small courtyard area between the girl's and boy's buildings, with benches, and a few trees. When it was warm, there was always tons of people there, lounging around, not doing anything productive. Laine walked over to her favorite bench, which was right under one of the trees, and sat down. She leaned her head back against the tree trunk, and closed her eyes. It seemed like it had been a long day. She'd spent most of the morning shopping for various things, and the whole afternoon at home with her mother, getting ready for a dinner her mother was hosting for various other retired models the next week. Apparently, there would be all sorts of important modeling agents and photographs there, so Laine needed to look and behave her best.
A small smile came to Laine's face as she thought of the conversation. Her mother had mentioned how nice she had looked at the last charity event, how very thin and elegant and radiant. Laine actually felt good about herself for a second there. She loved it when her mother actually showed some sign of approval. It was nice. Rare, and vary nice.
Laine was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of footsteps on the sidewalk. She opened her eyes and quickly patted the back of her hair, making sure it wasn't weird looking for the tree she was sitting against. Even if she wasn't sure who the person was, she couldn't look like a mess.
Credit to Leila of Blank Pages. Steal and you DIE.
