In my new lacy underwear ||Open||
Dec 18, 2008 6:25:37 GMT -5
Post by Brea Wilson on Dec 18, 2008 6:25:37 GMT -5
Brea Wilson, or Queen Spaz as she was fondly known by some of her closest friends, was utterly bored. She peered blankly down at the essay in front of her and sighed deeply, drumming her fingers on the wood of the desk. There had to be something in the world more fun than work... She snatched up her pencil and started doodling out an outrageously difficult dance routine on the lined paper, a smile growing on her face as she worked, falling into a dance trance. Soon enough she had filled the whole page, and the start of her essay had been covered in stick-men in various positions. Brea sat back and admired her work. She would have to try that out in the dance rooms later. It might be challenging, but she was certain that she could manage it if she tried. She swept up the papers and dumped them into her bag, before rising from the desk with a triumphant grin. She had once again found a way to distract herself from school-work. The war may not be over, but this battle was won! She swept through the corridors at a jaunty walk, humming cheerfully.
Eventually she got to the dance rooms, proud that she had managed to get all the way here before she started dancing. She rammed the door open with one shoulder and wondered in, dumping her stuff on the floor and stripping down to her underwear and starting to pull on some clothes more suitable for dancing. She had one leg in her bright yellow trackies when she heard a noise from behind her, and spun [which is rather difficult when only half in your trousers] to face the cause of the disturbance. Ah. Obviously in her hurry to get dancing Brea had forgotten to check she was alone in the room. A deep red blush coloring her cheeks, she slowly finished putting on trousers, before smiling and waving. "Uh... hi. Didn't see you there." She quickly grabbed her top and yanked it on. "You okay? Sucks to be dancing alone, right?" She shot the unlucky figure a quick smile, hoping that they too would be willing to pretend they hadn't seen her nearly naked.
Eventually she got to the dance rooms, proud that she had managed to get all the way here before she started dancing. She rammed the door open with one shoulder and wondered in, dumping her stuff on the floor and stripping down to her underwear and starting to pull on some clothes more suitable for dancing. She had one leg in her bright yellow trackies when she heard a noise from behind her, and spun [which is rather difficult when only half in your trousers] to face the cause of the disturbance. Ah. Obviously in her hurry to get dancing Brea had forgotten to check she was alone in the room. A deep red blush coloring her cheeks, she slowly finished putting on trousers, before smiling and waving. "Uh... hi. Didn't see you there." She quickly grabbed her top and yanked it on. "You okay? Sucks to be dancing alone, right?" She shot the unlucky figure a quick smile, hoping that they too would be willing to pretend they hadn't seen her nearly naked.