Post by Cammie Shand on Sept 15, 2013 17:26:30 GMT -6
there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! Sitting in the Administration building, all day was a waste of Cammie Caroline Shand's time. She deserved to strut across Appleberry Academy and see the disposable sites. But Cammie had to sit across from the principal's secretary, with her mom, while the secretary talked about Appleberry's principal's retirement. Cammie yawned, taking a peak at her mom, who was situated next to her who seemed bored and involved in the conversation. Cammie rolled her caramel brown eyes and crossed her toned tanned legs, in grace. The room was huge, but needed a little redoing if her mom was going to be principal. Cammie got up from the velvet chair and walked toward the window. Her caramel eyes scanned below the tall building, seeing students rush here and there. Cammie was already one of them, but earned a more treasured spot on top of the ridiculous school. Cammie turned on her heel and looked back at her mother and the secretary. They wouldn't know she was gone and would think that she was taking a tour of the campus. Cammie's red lips turned up into an evil smile, as she opened the wooden door and slammed it behind her making sure the whole building heard her. Cammie's fresh pair of black Prada stilettos clacked hard against the marble glass floor. Cammie's reflection hovered against the wall, copying her movements like a crowd of followers. Her Dior mini velvet-purple dress hovered over her toned knees, as she pursed her red lips in process. Clutching her Chanel black purse, pushing the Administration's main doors open. The sun hit Cammie's tanned face, as she was entered into an alternate universe. Cammie smiled brightly and walked down the cement steps. A crowd of of students, stood gaped mouthed as Cammie made her way down to the center of the courtyard. A few hushed voices, contacted her as the governor's daughter. Cam's caramel eyes looked straight ahead, as she swayed pass a few juniors girls. Cammie sucked in the fresh September fall air and scanned the campus around her. The buildings were built tall and boldly. Students wearing knick-knat Marc Jacobs sweaters and copying the upperclassmen. Cammie flipped her dark brown hair over her athletic-toned shoulders, as the elite school accepted the dark-haired beauty with it. Why do you care? !!! |
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