Post by Lucifer on Apr 13, 2011 15:14:29 GMT -5
Short little Becca story ^^
Rebecca’s Woes
There was a girl. Light blue eyes outlinedwith beautiful black liner making her eyes look even bigger than they were. Stringy, silken blonde hair which fell at her shoulders. White shoulders which were the only thing exposed to the elements. Long sleeved off the shoulders black shirt, frilly pink skirt, stockings the color of the spot on her cheek and a pair of black boots. She sat under a tree on campus, blue eyes scanning a book, trying to figure out why it had happened.
She turned the page, moving the thin pages between her fingers, taking in the breezes of Miami. Taking in the different atmophere. Taking in what she could not understand. She closed the book, looking up at the sky. Sunny and never ending. This world was perfect.
Well.
Almost.
She rubbed her cheek where a few days prior a fist had come into contact with her porcelein skin. She whimpered to herself remembering the pain, the anger blazing in the girl’s green eyes and the boy and girl who came to her rescue. Yes she’d made friends, but at what cost?
Lucky, her onlyanchor to this world, was being pursued by a maniac as far as Rebecca was concerned. A girl who was nice to her one minute then tearing her dress the next. She feared what would happen if she went to the dance with Lucky. Though she wanted to, it would never happen. He didn’t remember her anyway. As far as he was concerned, she was just another girl.
She sighed, opening the book again. It was for class; she truly didn’t want to read it. Rolling her eyes at some boys and girls passing by, she plucked a few blades of grass, feeling the real earth beneath her.
100 years it had taken to get to this place and it felt wonderful.
Rebecca’s Woes
There was a girl. Light blue eyes outlinedwith beautiful black liner making her eyes look even bigger than they were. Stringy, silken blonde hair which fell at her shoulders. White shoulders which were the only thing exposed to the elements. Long sleeved off the shoulders black shirt, frilly pink skirt, stockings the color of the spot on her cheek and a pair of black boots. She sat under a tree on campus, blue eyes scanning a book, trying to figure out why it had happened.
She turned the page, moving the thin pages between her fingers, taking in the breezes of Miami. Taking in the different atmophere. Taking in what she could not understand. She closed the book, looking up at the sky. Sunny and never ending. This world was perfect.
Well.
Almost.
She rubbed her cheek where a few days prior a fist had come into contact with her porcelein skin. She whimpered to herself remembering the pain, the anger blazing in the girl’s green eyes and the boy and girl who came to her rescue. Yes she’d made friends, but at what cost?
Lucky, her onlyanchor to this world, was being pursued by a maniac as far as Rebecca was concerned. A girl who was nice to her one minute then tearing her dress the next. She feared what would happen if she went to the dance with Lucky. Though she wanted to, it would never happen. He didn’t remember her anyway. As far as he was concerned, she was just another girl.
She sighed, opening the book again. It was for class; she truly didn’t want to read it. Rolling her eyes at some boys and girls passing by, she plucked a few blades of grass, feeling the real earth beneath her.
100 years it had taken to get to this place and it felt wonderful.
