Post by Alice Crowley on Jun 24, 2013 3:06:02 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i1229.photobucket.com/albums/ee479/Yourallmad666/greyback.jpg?t=1340675920); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 25; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi Skipping the first few days of school had been fun at the time, but now Alice was paying the consequences. Being new and getting lost hadn't been god enough excuses for most of her teachers, and as punishment, half had piled on extra work. The day had started okay though, she'd woken up to see her roommate already gone, meaning she didn't have to wait for the shower. Picking an outfit had been easy, she'd settled for something a little more relaxed than her casual attire and had even skipped out on doing much with her hair with the help of a beanie. And with nothing better to do, she'd settled herself in the lounge right after breakfast and had gotten to work, or attempted to at least. The coffee table she'd taken over was covered in stray pieces of paper, all decorated with a doodle or scribble of some sort. As much as she wanted to get at least one assignment for each class done, her mind kept wandering and math problems kept turning into sketches of trees and secret messages. Tapping her pen against the opened history book resting on her lap, she glanced up and let her eyes wander around the room. Nobody had bothered or approached her at all, save for a few glances she'd caught. She wasn't sure if it was the fact that she'd taken over an entire coffee table and couch, or that her shoes looked like something out of a dumpster. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the majority of the girls who attended this place wore strictly designer or at least tried to look like it. Tucking a loose strand of coffee coloured hair behind her ear, she gave a small sigh and looked back down at her book. The French Revolution. She couldn't imagine anybody getting any sort of enjoyment from reading about it. Her eyes scanned the lines, she was seeing the words, but not really reading. Alice licked her lips, she could faintly taste her coffee from earlier and silently wished for another. Unfortunately, she was not getting up until she absolutely had to, and spread her bare legs out across the rest of the couch to get the point across to herself. Turning her attention back to the book once again, she didn't even try pretending to read this time, and instead began to draw over the pictures of the noble frenchmen and war scenes. Within minutes all the eyes of the people on the page were coloured in completely black. Of course she'd up getting billed at the end of the year for destruction of school property or whatever, but it would be her parents paying, not her. That's all they were good for anymore anyway, her own personal walking and talking bank accounts until she turned eighteen. There was no doubt in her mind they'd kick her to the curb the second she was legally an adult. It was a scary though, because she doubted she'd graduate school with good enough grades for college. Not that she wanted to go anyway. Thinking about her future, she usually ended up with an outcome that included a stripping job at some sketchy club and getting messed up as much as possible to help her forget how shitty her life had turned out. She didn't even realize how much she'd zoned out, until the sound of somebody clearing their throat broke through her thoughts. Looking down at her book, she realized most of the page was now covered in pen, almost to the point of being unreadable. Slowly closing it, she raised her eyes to meet the thought intruder. "Can I help you?" Alice questioned, making no move to give them room to sit. Lifting her head to face them completely, she waited, her expression unreadable. words: 641|notes: open|outfit: here |
