Trying to forget {Owen}
Jun 24, 2008 23:24:00 GMT -5
Post by Addison Micklesen on Jun 24, 2008 23:24:00 GMT -5
Addie sighed lightly as she walked along the school grounds, her bag slung over her shoulders as she looked around with a light scowl on her face. So she wasn’t particularly in a bad mood – but everywhere she went, people came across with smirk on their faces it seemed, and she could see them whispering to one another as they watched her, looking either shocked, confused or, in some cases, pleased. The last category was usually the small but very vindictive population of girls who’d gotten in their head the idea of dating Milo but had sorely been rejected. Those girls usually hated Addie as much as they hated Milo, because most of them thought the two of them had a secret thing going on but would simply not let it out, and a few even added it was all a game to them that Milo should go and screw around with other girls, and Addie would do the same with other guys – and, well, some girls. Most days, she’d have simply brushed it off with a mention ‘stupid’ written in red, bold letters on top of it all. Today, however, she really didn’t want to deal with the load of crap high school bitches came with.
Shaking her head lightly, she swiftly made her way into the theater, yearning to escape the gossip and muttering that she found all around the place. It was as though people had no life. So she was somewhat used about gossip being centered around her, but lately it’d become a bit more of a pain than usual. Maybe because she definitely wasn’t in the mood to deal with it, maybe because she’d finally reached her limit. It was hard to tell, but either way, she just really didn’t want to hear any more about Addison Blythe finally getting what she’d been running after the whole previous year. To say the truth, she was highly disappointed with the lack of originality students around here had. Weren’t they supposed to be artistic or something? Didn’t that come with inspiration? Why STDs? That was so easy to say for a girl who had sex a lot. They could have picked something better, something a bit more dramatic. Her mother died, she had cancer, she’d been told she wouldn’t get a scholarship for her final year and her parents didn’t have the money to put her through Senior year. There were so many options to pick from and they had to go with sexually transmitted diseases.
Shrugging to herself, she slowly pushed opened the door to the theater, peeking inside and finding with relief that it was empty for now. Apparently, students didn’t feel like rehearsing today. She didn’t blame them either – it was pretty nice outside, and had she felt differently about the rumors going around today, she’d probably have been with them. Still, she wasn’t entirely back to her full self just yet, though she’d made a couple of changes to try and make Milo happy. She’d dyed her hair again, though it wasn’t quite as bright as usual – a deep shade of red, close to burgundy. It wasn’t the first time she had it, but it’d been a while so she figured it must count for something. Walking up to the fourth row in the front, she walked along the seats and sat right in the middle, pulling her legs up to rest her feet on the seat right in front of her and placing the pad she’d brought along on her legs, grabbing a few coloring pencils out of her bag, tucking two behind her ear and placing the others on her lap, hoping their wouldn’t fall as she started to roughly draw the stage in front of her. Several balled up sheets of paper later, she decided to give up and simply leaned back in her seat, looking straight ahead. How she managed to turn a stage into a human body that oddly looked like Connor’s, she had absolutely no clue. But obviously, her mind didn’t feel like making her any happier today.
Shaking her head lightly, she swiftly made her way into the theater, yearning to escape the gossip and muttering that she found all around the place. It was as though people had no life. So she was somewhat used about gossip being centered around her, but lately it’d become a bit more of a pain than usual. Maybe because she definitely wasn’t in the mood to deal with it, maybe because she’d finally reached her limit. It was hard to tell, but either way, she just really didn’t want to hear any more about Addison Blythe finally getting what she’d been running after the whole previous year. To say the truth, she was highly disappointed with the lack of originality students around here had. Weren’t they supposed to be artistic or something? Didn’t that come with inspiration? Why STDs? That was so easy to say for a girl who had sex a lot. They could have picked something better, something a bit more dramatic. Her mother died, she had cancer, she’d been told she wouldn’t get a scholarship for her final year and her parents didn’t have the money to put her through Senior year. There were so many options to pick from and they had to go with sexually transmitted diseases.
Shrugging to herself, she slowly pushed opened the door to the theater, peeking inside and finding with relief that it was empty for now. Apparently, students didn’t feel like rehearsing today. She didn’t blame them either – it was pretty nice outside, and had she felt differently about the rumors going around today, she’d probably have been with them. Still, she wasn’t entirely back to her full self just yet, though she’d made a couple of changes to try and make Milo happy. She’d dyed her hair again, though it wasn’t quite as bright as usual – a deep shade of red, close to burgundy. It wasn’t the first time she had it, but it’d been a while so she figured it must count for something. Walking up to the fourth row in the front, she walked along the seats and sat right in the middle, pulling her legs up to rest her feet on the seat right in front of her and placing the pad she’d brought along on her legs, grabbing a few coloring pencils out of her bag, tucking two behind her ear and placing the others on her lap, hoping their wouldn’t fall as she started to roughly draw the stage in front of her. Several balled up sheets of paper later, she decided to give up and simply leaned back in her seat, looking straight ahead. How she managed to turn a stage into a human body that oddly looked like Connor’s, she had absolutely no clue. But obviously, her mind didn’t feel like making her any happier today.