Post by Mary Spelling on Feb 22, 2009 16:53:10 GMT -6
To much wind. Way to much. Way did we even have wind? There was no point of wind! It blew trash and polluted places more, even though Mary didn't care. It blows away balloons at children's birthday parties, also not mattering to Mary. And the most worse thing ever!! It blew girl's hair way out of proportion! Always screwing up they're hard work and use of hair spray. Like I said, no point of wind.
Mary growled has she slammed the door of her white Volvo, her brown vintage outfit throwing a fit against the air blowing hard on her. As always, Mary was late for first hour but what did it matter? It was just theater to her and she already had the part of one of the main witches of the play Macbeth. She could always do evil characters so much better and she couldn't wait to figure out who would get the part of MacBeth and she'd have to act cutting off his head. All the guys that tried out for Macbeth were total hotties and all good actors so she didn't mind being a wicked little witch to them.
But Her heels tapped on the concrete has she thought over her parts she had read last night and had memorized because Mary always had loved Shakespeare. She flung the doors of the school open, spotting only a kid here and there, a Janitor and clean-up lady going into the bathrooms. Mary rolled her eyes has a few eyes looked madly at her for being late. She scoffed has she made her way to theater, stopping at her locker and fixing her face up, brushing out her hair using the mirror and in-locker dressing room she had going in her locker. Once she was happy, she finally got close to theater. But Mary glanced at cell phone she pulled from her purse and laughed once, making all church bells and wedding bells jealous of the sound.
Mary still had a whole half hour until she'd be out of theater and into math. And she didn't feel like watching auditions for Macbeth. Today they were looking for the other two witches and Mac Dough so what did it matter? Mary leaned up against the wall before quietly making her way away from the large classroom as she sat on a school bench, pulling out her phone and clicking like mad, texting and sometimes even calling people here and there.
character count- 'bout 422
tags- open
outfit- click!
