Post by | Smudge | on Mar 25, 2009 17:46:13 GMT -5
[Macie]
I strode past the flowing fountain that was centered in the exact middle of OA's campus and gracefully flung one of the big blue French doors open. I strode inside the Juniors & Seniors building and continued down the black and white tile hallway. all of the walls of each classroom were pure glass, so i could see everyone. I passed a class full of junior girls, then waltzed around a corner. "Fashion-blind geeks," i mumbled under my breath. Right before i got to my first class of the year, i looked down to check my outfit (something that had become a habit of mine. I always wanted to make sure i looked good). I had on my shortened blue plaid uniform skirt, white collared shirt, black blazer (unbuttoned), a pair of black patent leather Marc Jacobs heels that strapped at the ankle, and was holding my iPhone, History book, and black patent leather clutch. My silky red hair was pulled into a ponytail, with my sidebands hanging. I looked fairly good.
I seated myself at one of the two-person desks and got settled. I smeared on some lipgloss, opened my book to the page Mr. Spark told us to, then began casually texting, not even bothering to hide it.
Word Count: 212
Muse: Bleh
I strode past the flowing fountain that was centered in the exact middle of OA's campus and gracefully flung one of the big blue French doors open. I strode inside the Juniors & Seniors building and continued down the black and white tile hallway. all of the walls of each classroom were pure glass, so i could see everyone. I passed a class full of junior girls, then waltzed around a corner. "Fashion-blind geeks," i mumbled under my breath. Right before i got to my first class of the year, i looked down to check my outfit (something that had become a habit of mine. I always wanted to make sure i looked good). I had on my shortened blue plaid uniform skirt, white collared shirt, black blazer (unbuttoned), a pair of black patent leather Marc Jacobs heels that strapped at the ankle, and was holding my iPhone, History book, and black patent leather clutch. My silky red hair was pulled into a ponytail, with my sidebands hanging. I looked fairly good.
I seated myself at one of the two-person desks and got settled. I smeared on some lipgloss, opened my book to the page Mr. Spark told us to, then began casually texting, not even bothering to hide it.
Word Count: 212
Muse: Bleh
