Post by Stockmon on Jan 20, 2008 2:47:27 GMT -6
Les was determined, she was seventeen, and today was her day. No one could argue with her, and get away unscathed. She’d been running around all the night before buying things. She had found a new pair of black knee high boots, it was cold outside, after all. She also got a pair of hip huggers that went a few inches below her knees, so that most of the leather boot could be seen. The heels made her stand a full inch taller, that made Les totally ignore any cost. Not that they were that expensive, but either way, Les was used to forking over a good chunk of change to purchase clothing. She had never really given much thought to where the money for the clothes came from, it just seemed to be there, so she didn’t care a whole lot. But none of that had been on Les’ mind as she wandered around the night before, finding everything but the perfect shirt. She’d even run across her sister at dinner, Nikkie had sounded less than pleased about the idea of a party. Les always wondered why that girl was so… unhappy.
Then she’d woken up this morning, finding a large brown package on her stomach. Apparently she was a heavy sleeper. She tore open the package swiftly, a wave of her wand causing the trash to go into the trashcan. Inside she found a note from her mother and father, but before she even read it, she saw a little pink square. She unfolded it quickly and squealed in joy, it was a sweater. It hung off one shoulder, and on the other, the arms were laced up with pink shoe lace type things on the upper sides of the sleeves. It was made of something like silk, and wasn’t tight on her. She ignored the size, not that it would have bothered a sensible individual, Les not being in that category, but today was her day, so she didn’t care. The sweater was perfect, she pulled it on so quickly she hadn’t even stepped out of bed yet. But when she did her naked foot hit cold floor. She screeched, and pulled her foot back. Receiving a glare from a formerly snoozing girl. Les ignored the glare and groped under her pillow for a pair of clean wool socks, which she promptly ordained. Within three minutes she was in the black boots, socks underneath of course, hip huggers, and her new favorite shirt.
Les starred in the mirror a minute or so later. She made a funny face and grabbed a curler. She spent a good ten minutes curling her hair just so that the ends would flair out and her hair would wave for the last two inches or so. She followed this action by pulling in a barrette that was made to look like a pink bow with red glitter. Then she applied Canada Red Lipstick, blush, eye liner, mascara, and whatever else she found lying around, including clear nail polish.
Once she was happy with her appearance, which usually took longer than it had this morning, Les skipped into the common room. Then, she remembered a vitally important part of her ‘party,’ decorations. She stopped mid skip, almost running into a small girl in this transaction, and skipped back to the room. She reached under her bed and pulled out a jean tote and threw it over her shoulder, preceding, for the second time, out of her common room. This attempt was successful, so she found herself in the entrance hall, a wand behind her ear, and the purse still over her shoulder. She quietly made her way out the doors into the crisp, or cold, morning air. It was about ten in the AM now, and the sun was shining brightly. The temperature, whatever it was, didn’t bother Les, she seemed to have developed a fair immunity to cold weather, that can happen after insisting for the last eleven years that your birthday be held outside, in January. In a moment or two Les was in an open area, her favorite. She glanced around quickly, then reached into her purse and pulled out a pink plastic bag. She pulled at her wand, and mumbled a few things, causing the sparkly glittery confetti to spread itself in the air, or on the ground, within a thirty foot radius of her location. Then she noticed a girl from her room, Erin Arthur.
“Erin! Erin! Hi!” Les chirped, running toward the girl. They weren’t really friends, and Les didn’t know her all that well, so she didn’t simply wrap her in a tight hug. But she did stop a few feet back, maybe one and a half actually, and pull another bag from her purse, more of a little baggy. She poured the pink confetti contents into her hand and threw them over Erin, smiling. “Happy 19th of January, Erin!” She exclaimed, as if this explained everything, since in her world, it did.
Then she’d woken up this morning, finding a large brown package on her stomach. Apparently she was a heavy sleeper. She tore open the package swiftly, a wave of her wand causing the trash to go into the trashcan. Inside she found a note from her mother and father, but before she even read it, she saw a little pink square. She unfolded it quickly and squealed in joy, it was a sweater. It hung off one shoulder, and on the other, the arms were laced up with pink shoe lace type things on the upper sides of the sleeves. It was made of something like silk, and wasn’t tight on her. She ignored the size, not that it would have bothered a sensible individual, Les not being in that category, but today was her day, so she didn’t care. The sweater was perfect, she pulled it on so quickly she hadn’t even stepped out of bed yet. But when she did her naked foot hit cold floor. She screeched, and pulled her foot back. Receiving a glare from a formerly snoozing girl. Les ignored the glare and groped under her pillow for a pair of clean wool socks, which she promptly ordained. Within three minutes she was in the black boots, socks underneath of course, hip huggers, and her new favorite shirt.
Les starred in the mirror a minute or so later. She made a funny face and grabbed a curler. She spent a good ten minutes curling her hair just so that the ends would flair out and her hair would wave for the last two inches or so. She followed this action by pulling in a barrette that was made to look like a pink bow with red glitter. Then she applied Canada Red Lipstick, blush, eye liner, mascara, and whatever else she found lying around, including clear nail polish.
Once she was happy with her appearance, which usually took longer than it had this morning, Les skipped into the common room. Then, she remembered a vitally important part of her ‘party,’ decorations. She stopped mid skip, almost running into a small girl in this transaction, and skipped back to the room. She reached under her bed and pulled out a jean tote and threw it over her shoulder, preceding, for the second time, out of her common room. This attempt was successful, so she found herself in the entrance hall, a wand behind her ear, and the purse still over her shoulder. She quietly made her way out the doors into the crisp, or cold, morning air. It was about ten in the AM now, and the sun was shining brightly. The temperature, whatever it was, didn’t bother Les, she seemed to have developed a fair immunity to cold weather, that can happen after insisting for the last eleven years that your birthday be held outside, in January. In a moment or two Les was in an open area, her favorite. She glanced around quickly, then reached into her purse and pulled out a pink plastic bag. She pulled at her wand, and mumbled a few things, causing the sparkly glittery confetti to spread itself in the air, or on the ground, within a thirty foot radius of her location. Then she noticed a girl from her room, Erin Arthur.
“Erin! Erin! Hi!” Les chirped, running toward the girl. They weren’t really friends, and Les didn’t know her all that well, so she didn’t simply wrap her in a tight hug. But she did stop a few feet back, maybe one and a half actually, and pull another bag from her purse, more of a little baggy. She poured the pink confetti contents into her hand and threw them over Erin, smiling. “Happy 19th of January, Erin!” She exclaimed, as if this explained everything, since in her world, it did.