Post by evelyn on Sept 11, 2011 22:17:45 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] It was Saturday. Her bright blue eyes fluttered open at the thought. Though the girl was consciously thinking, her eyes had previously been shut. A quiet groan emitted from her soft lips and with a quick hand, the feather-lined comforter was thrown across the bed. Sighing, she waited a few more moments, in silence and cold, before pushing herself up into a sitting position. Shaking her head slightly, trying to clear her dizzied mind. The fourteen-year-old looked about her slightly messy abode and groggily padded towards the carpet. Her soft soled slipper-clad feet made no noise. Closing her eyes, she grabbed a top from the racks and then reopened the small orbs. Studying the pink top, she shrugged and whipped off her pajamas. Slipping undergarments on, then her pink top, she danced around in boy short underwear and decided what to wear on her bottoms. Selecting a pair of white jeans, she quickly slipped them on. They fit snugly, becoming smaller around the ankles. It was strange, really, being a firetamer. Her mother and father had been pressing the training, but she just wasn't as talented as her cousins. Though her family blamed it on her age and lack of experience, she wasn't so sure. Either way, she always tried. She wanted the power and the skills that her whole family possessed, but she barely came up half-way. Groaning out of frustration, the fourteen-year-old jogged down the stairs and into the garage. It was completely empty, as always, the perfect place for training. Breathing in slowly, the girl sat down. Summoning her strength, she crossed her legs and let the warmth spread through her body. She could practically feel the fire within her bubbling to the top. However, the warmth never overflowed. Normally, she was much better than this. She could manipulate fire rather well for her age, but still, not well enough to be compared to her family. It was a tad disappointing. Stopping abruptly, the girl felt a chill spread over her as the warmth dissipated from her body. A groan of frustration echoed in the roomy garage as she whirled on her heel and stomped past the door, through the house and out onto the street. A skateboard was in her hand. She had grabbed it whilst stomping along. Grumbling to herself, she pushed off and balanced on her board, turning every now and then and pushing off again and again every minute or so. Her eyes were set straight ahead of her, and before long, she was at the park. In her pocket was her cellphone and her iPod, but her hand never reached for either. Still clouded with her thoughts, she couldn't exactly comprehend what was right in front of her. She definitely saw the person, but it was much too late to do anything. Her bright blue eyes widened as she watched herself roll right into the tall boy. "Crap!" She called out, falling backwards, propelled by the force of the impact. Her green and black skateboard slowly rolled downhill, away from the site of collision. The blonde groaned as her bum began to ache terribly. A hand reached to rub her sore spot, while the other pushed her off of the ground. "Sorry." She said quietly, her normally happy vibe disappearing for the time being. |
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