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Post by Donella McArthur on Aug 23, 2007 16:28:40 GMT -5
Donella walked into the bathroom in a huff. She looked at the girls that were crowding around the mirrors. She didn't have time for this right now. She needed that space clear and free. "Out!" she said to them. They looked at her and upon realizing who she was they gathered their stuff up and rushed out of the bathroom.
She was stressed big time. She was pretty sure that she'd just flunked her Enviromental Science test and she had an English test in a few minutes. She stood in front of the center mirror and looked herself over. She was wearing a pair of Betsey Johnson ripped jeans, a dark green slouchneck turtleneck, and a pair of silver ballet flats. Her her was swept into a bun with straight bangs off to the side. In her ears she had her White Gold hoop earrings along with two diamond studs in each ear in her two extraholes.
She dug through her silver oversized hobo bag. She was searching for one specific thing. Finally she found what she was looking for. She pulled out her bottle of prescription pain killers. After she opened up the bottle she dumped two of the painkillers into her hand and then closed the bottle. she then pulledo ut her bottle of Evian and downed some water with the pills. They always helped her calm down and that's what she needed right now. |
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Post by Harley Parsons on Aug 23, 2007 17:03:21 GMT -5
Harley was a mess, her hair peeking up at some spots. Her alarm clock had gone off late, and she rushed to get ready. She was nearly running through the halls, and when she finally got to the bathroom, she pushed open the door slightly and sqeezed herself in. She leaned agianst the wall, took a breath, and walked to the area with mirriors. When she had arrived at school, she hadn't looked this bad, but she had just came from gym. Ugh. Gym. She'd happily let the school board take it away.
Being her self-consious self, Harley quickly took out her brush, some hairspray, and all her other beauty needs, like her makeup. She had totally forgot to put it on that morning.
Harley spotted another girl in the spot nearest her. She nodded at the girl- who she'd seen before, not really ever talked to. When she had walked in, the girl looked like she was taking medications, but Harley didn't ask. The girl looked pissed off. [/size] |
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Post by Donella McArthur on Aug 23, 2007 17:13:25 GMT -5
Donella looked over at the girl standing near her who had just given her a nod. She gave her a slight nod back before returning her gaze to the mirror. The girl looked a total and utter mess. By the way she'd rushed in Donella figured she had been in a hurry after whatever class she'd just come from. She'd seen the girl around and through the halls on occasion but never really spoke to her.
Donella replaced the bottle of pain killers in their rightful spot in her purse and the did the same with her Evian after making sure that the wate bottle was properly closed. She rummaged through her bag again and pulled out her mascara and eyeliner. She lined her eyes and then began applying the mascara. While doing so she looked over at the girl.
"Rough day?" |
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Post by Harley Parsons on Aug 23, 2007 17:41:09 GMT -5
Harley set down her brush, and held her hair back. With the hand she had used for the brush, she clipped a bright pink hairpiece into. "Yeah, just a little." she said, but realized she had some attitude in those words. "Sorry," she said, yawning. She put her stuff down, and just stared at the mirrior for a minute, and thought she was going to fall asleep.
She broke out of her daydream, started up again, and while still looking at the mirrior, she said, "Harley Parsons." |
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Post by Donella McArthur on Aug 23, 2007 18:06:07 GMT -5
Donella gave a slight nod at the girl's response. She was now touching up the mascara on her other eyelashes. "Donella," she said putting the cap back on the tube. She rummaged through ehr bag after putting the mascara and eyeliner back and pulled out her lipgloss. She touched that up to before putting it back into her purse.
"Donella McArthur," she added again realizing she'd only given the girl her first name. "I think I've seen you in the halls a few times. What grade are you in?" |
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Post by Harley Parsons on Aug 23, 2007 21:51:44 GMT -5
Harley was nearly ready to go, her hair set wildly curly yet straight as it normally is. The bright pink hairclip, and black scrunchie tied it into a neat pony-tail, leaving a few strands over her eyes. She put her brush back into her bag, and stared into the mirrior, her eyes wandering from her side to Donella's side.
"Nice to meet you." Harley said, pulling aside her makeup case. There wasn't much in it, besides the basics. She pulled on her eyelid to apply eyeliner, but slipped and had to redo it. "I'm a junior, you?" she asked, putting the eyeliner back in the case. She pulled out another form of makeup, mascara, and started with that. [/size] |
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Post by Donella McArthur on Aug 23, 2007 22:02:03 GMT -5
"Like wise. Oh and I'm a Senior," Donella said. Well that would explain why there girl wasn't in any of her classes. Donella watched the girl apply make up and then looked at her own reflection. She felt much better now that the painkillers were kicking in. She made sure that her hair was perfectly in place like she wanted it and made sure she'd done everything she'd intended to do before class.
She glanced down at the Mavado watch on her wrist to see how much time she had left. Her gaze settled back on the girl once she was satisfied with her look. At least for the moment. She waited on the girl's response to what she had said. |
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Post by Harley Parsons on Aug 25, 2007 13:02:22 GMT -5
Harley finally calmed down. She set her makeup back in her bag. Glancing at herself in the mirior, she nodded, and yawned. She did a sideways model pose, forgetting that Donella was there. "Uh," she mumbled. It wasn't that embarrassing.
"Senior? I heard graduations here are nice. I've never seen any of them, though. Have you gone here since you were a freshman?" she inquired interestingly. She wasn't sure if you got anything special for it. Shrugging, she put her bag back over her shoulder, but didn't move. |
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Post by Donella McArthur on Aug 26, 2007 19:39:24 GMT -5
Donella laughed at her model pose, but it wasn't a mocking kind of laugh. "Don't take offense. I laugh at most things. Anyway, no I've been here since the beginning of junior year. You know McArthur Hall? It's named after my parents, who donated it about 5 or 6 months before I got here." She turned around so she was leaning on the sink. "Anyway, I've went to last year's graduation. It was pretty good. Most people got gifts from their parents but some administration gave various items to their favorite students. Everyone gets like a rose though." |
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