Post by shaleshia on Jun 21, 2010 22:00:17 GMT -6
It’d been her first official week at the school, and still she walked around like a shadow. No one noticed her, it was how she liked it, but apart of her wanted to be noticed. Apart of her wanted to be the girl that sat down with friends and gossiped about boys. But that wasn’t like her. She wasn’t out spoken, she was quiet. But if given the chance to speak, she would. And sometimes she would talk too much if she found a guy attractive. But that was always under control, no matter the guy, if she found him attractive. More than likely he was already taken. She knew her chances with men.
She ultimately feared them. Mostly because she was given the wrong image of men at such a young age. It had always affected her, and she feared that her love live would always be haywire. She had truly fallen in love, but that love ended quickly when he wanted to go further, and she wanted to wait out of fear. And when she even told him the issue, he laughed and she left. He ended up sending the rest of his night with her ex best friend.
She sighed as she opened the door to the Art room. Art was her passion to life, her release from stress and pain. It always helped her with any situation. A open Canvas, a ipod with her favorite songs, and some pencils and some paints. She had a couple of sketch pads full of drawings, kept in her dorm under her bed. She always kept every single art piece she did. Including a painting she did of her ex. As much as she hated the model for the project, it was a good piece and she wouldn't dare throw it away. Of course once she found a suitable subject, she would redo the piece and have no reason to keep it.
She was wearing a long navy shirt that had 'I <3 Pizza' on it. It was a guy's shirt, but she bought it to sleep in. Something comffy that she wouldn't mind messing up. The shirt already had some other paint stains on it, so she just added to the piece of work. She wore some old gym shorts under, she wasn't trying to be fashionable, but she just grabbed anything suitable to wear for painting. She didn’t want to mess up any of her good cloths for it. Her ipod was in hand, she didn’t listen to her music loudly, but at a low tone so she could hear her surroundings, just in case someone decided to sneak up on her. She pulled out the paints, and grabbed a brush, dabbing it in the color red. Her brush met the Canvas and she began working.
She ultimately feared them. Mostly because she was given the wrong image of men at such a young age. It had always affected her, and she feared that her love live would always be haywire. She had truly fallen in love, but that love ended quickly when he wanted to go further, and she wanted to wait out of fear. And when she even told him the issue, he laughed and she left. He ended up sending the rest of his night with her ex best friend.
She sighed as she opened the door to the Art room. Art was her passion to life, her release from stress and pain. It always helped her with any situation. A open Canvas, a ipod with her favorite songs, and some pencils and some paints. She had a couple of sketch pads full of drawings, kept in her dorm under her bed. She always kept every single art piece she did. Including a painting she did of her ex. As much as she hated the model for the project, it was a good piece and she wouldn't dare throw it away. Of course once she found a suitable subject, she would redo the piece and have no reason to keep it.
She was wearing a long navy shirt that had 'I <3 Pizza' on it. It was a guy's shirt, but she bought it to sleep in. Something comffy that she wouldn't mind messing up. The shirt already had some other paint stains on it, so she just added to the piece of work. She wore some old gym shorts under, she wasn't trying to be fashionable, but she just grabbed anything suitable to wear for painting. She didn’t want to mess up any of her good cloths for it. Her ipod was in hand, she didn’t listen to her music loudly, but at a low tone so she could hear her surroundings, just in case someone decided to sneak up on her. She pulled out the paints, and grabbed a brush, dabbing it in the color red. Her brush met the Canvas and she began working.