Post by theLiZARDQUEEN on May 17, 2007 7:14:29 GMT -5
It was on this school-free day, with the sun lazily beaming down it's warmth overhead, that Riley Addison, walking through the park, figured out the meaning of life.
Haha. Not really.but that would be cool.
Indeed, this story that we start off with was a relatively sunny day, and school was out for summer. The blonde squinted up at the sun, then shuddered as her eyes recoiled at the glariness of the sky. She hugged her arms and bent, picking up a fallen leaf and twirling it in her fingers. She sighed. Lately it seemed that her social life as she knew it was falling apart. All her friends had drifted away, she was on the verge of breaking up her her boyfriend, and Ry-- he seemed to have fallen off the face of the planet. Above all, Riley missed Ryan the most. More than Michael, more than Athena, more than Felix, Spencer, Ella, Jon, Carrie and all of her friends. Ryan knew her, and without him there, she barely knew herself. She didn't feel right without seeing him at least three times a day, and her schedule seemed endless and boring, lifeless and flat, without it's impromptu changings to fit around seeing him.
She looked a little worse for wear, as well. At least, in her opinion. Off-color for Riley was way loud for others. She had dressed blandly today, in her books. Striped red-and-black tights ended in a pair of low-cut lime green Chucks, and she also wore a denim skirt above that. A white shirt with 'Taking Back Sunday' emblazoned in white adorned her torso, and she had a short black scarf entwined around her neck. Blonde hair was down as usual, her bangs whisked upward by yet another sigh.
Riley approached a park bench and draped herself across it dramatically, before hauling her slight body upwards and sitting like a normal human being. A red iPod was clutched in her right hand, and she plugged the earphones into her ears, twirling her thumb across the circular dial and waiting for the screen to light up. When it did, she expertly flicked to the 'Artists' section and selected The All-American Rejects, choosing 'Dirty Little Secret', one of her favourite songs to play. She set the device aside and smiled as the sweet music poured into her ears. Shoving a hand into her pocket, she pulled out her phone and flipped it open hopefully, her face falling when she discovered she had no new messages or missed calls. Damn. She sat back and surveyed the park with sad blue eyes.
[OOC__ Ew. Ew. Ew. Disgusting post. I'm sure yours will blow mine out of the water and I'll look stupid. Sorry.]
Haha. Not really.
Indeed, this story that we start off with was a relatively sunny day, and school was out for summer. The blonde squinted up at the sun, then shuddered as her eyes recoiled at the glariness of the sky. She hugged her arms and bent, picking up a fallen leaf and twirling it in her fingers. She sighed. Lately it seemed that her social life as she knew it was falling apart. All her friends had drifted away, she was on the verge of breaking up her her boyfriend, and Ry-- he seemed to have fallen off the face of the planet. Above all, Riley missed Ryan the most. More than Michael, more than Athena, more than Felix, Spencer, Ella, Jon, Carrie and all of her friends. Ryan knew her, and without him there, she barely knew herself. She didn't feel right without seeing him at least three times a day, and her schedule seemed endless and boring, lifeless and flat, without it's impromptu changings to fit around seeing him.
She looked a little worse for wear, as well. At least, in her opinion. Off-color for Riley was way loud for others. She had dressed blandly today, in her books. Striped red-and-black tights ended in a pair of low-cut lime green Chucks, and she also wore a denim skirt above that. A white shirt with 'Taking Back Sunday' emblazoned in white adorned her torso, and she had a short black scarf entwined around her neck. Blonde hair was down as usual, her bangs whisked upward by yet another sigh.
Riley approached a park bench and draped herself across it dramatically, before hauling her slight body upwards and sitting like a normal human being. A red iPod was clutched in her right hand, and she plugged the earphones into her ears, twirling her thumb across the circular dial and waiting for the screen to light up. When it did, she expertly flicked to the 'Artists' section and selected The All-American Rejects, choosing 'Dirty Little Secret', one of her favourite songs to play. She set the device aside and smiled as the sweet music poured into her ears. Shoving a hand into her pocket, she pulled out her phone and flipped it open hopefully, her face falling when she discovered she had no new messages or missed calls. Damn. She sat back and surveyed the park with sad blue eyes.
[OOC__ Ew. Ew. Ew. Disgusting post. I'm sure yours will blow mine out of the water and I'll look stupid. Sorry.]
