Post by Vanity Blake, on Jan 19, 2007 17:03:59 GMT -5
A sigh laced through the femme's pale labrums and she leaned her small body mass against the outer, brick wall of Forks High School. Her seemingly cold eyes fluttered shut. She was beyond exhausted. School was her living hell, along with life itself. There wasn't a very good reason why Vanity was in a bad mood, she just...was. It was like nothing could go right for her. She had gotten a D- on her history test today. Wow, her parents were just going to be so excited about that. She'd hear about it, which was part of the reason she wasn't about to go home. Not yet. Her eyes flickered open and she watched as a few stray kids exited the school.
There were dark bruises under her eyes from staying up late, studying, dealing with her sister, whatever. She needed some sleep, right away. She stared ahead of her, a blank, and very tired expression plastered to her unusually pale and thin face. She looked miserably ill, which she was, sort of. She didn't have the flu, or anything like that, but she was sick with exhaustion, and it was finally catching up to her.
She smiled as warmly as she could at a passing student before she pushed herself off of the wall, auric locks waving gently in the slight breeze that blew around the school. She let her fingers run lightly over the rough surface of the bricks, sighing as she did so. Her gaze remained in front of her, straight ahead, staring at nothing in particular.
She stopped at one of the small wooden tables on the side of school and she sat down, ignoring the angry rumble of the clouds above her. She was so used to it by now, she rarely even gazed up at the clouds. Sure, weather in Forks was crappy, but it didn't affect her to the point where she wanted to scream. It was kind of nice to be away from the costant sunshine, though this weather did nothing great for her skin.
She sat down and rested her head sideways on the table, eyes shutting again almost immediately. Tired beyond belief. It seemed to be the story of her life these days.
There were dark bruises under her eyes from staying up late, studying, dealing with her sister, whatever. She needed some sleep, right away. She stared ahead of her, a blank, and very tired expression plastered to her unusually pale and thin face. She looked miserably ill, which she was, sort of. She didn't have the flu, or anything like that, but she was sick with exhaustion, and it was finally catching up to her.
She smiled as warmly as she could at a passing student before she pushed herself off of the wall, auric locks waving gently in the slight breeze that blew around the school. She let her fingers run lightly over the rough surface of the bricks, sighing as she did so. Her gaze remained in front of her, straight ahead, staring at nothing in particular.
She stopped at one of the small wooden tables on the side of school and she sat down, ignoring the angry rumble of the clouds above her. She was so used to it by now, she rarely even gazed up at the clouds. Sure, weather in Forks was crappy, but it didn't affect her to the point where she wanted to scream. It was kind of nice to be away from the costant sunshine, though this weather did nothing great for her skin.
She sat down and rested her head sideways on the table, eyes shutting again almost immediately. Tired beyond belief. It seemed to be the story of her life these days.
