Post by Christina-Daniella Newman on Aug 22, 2006 12:01:55 GMT -5
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm dressed fine." Christina-Daniella rolled her eyes, as she stepped out of the shop door and into the street, her left hand holding a countless number of shopping bags and her right lifted with a mobile telephone at her ear. "Yes, I remembered to put a skirt on this time, mom," she said, shifting the phone slightly. "I've just bee shopping, actually. How much did I spend?" The Fina looked slightly shocked at this. "Does it matter? Oh, good."
There was low murmuring that could be heard from the other side of the phone as Tina's mother spoke once more, and suddenly, at one thing that Mrs. Newman said, the seventh year's eyes practically popped out of her head and she dropped the bags, clothes spilling out all around her high-heeled shoe-covered feet.
"Cousin? Called Alexander? What's his last name?!" Her mind flipped back to the Potions lesson a couple of days before, when she was checking out and flirting with that guy... The tall one, with the dark hair and the gray eyes. Alexander- "Aindrea? Noooooo..." When her mother asked what the problem was, she blurted out their first meetings. "I can't be related to him!! Oh, dang it, life's so not fair..." She pouted, her fists clenching and unclenching angrily in a rather childish manner.
"And now it's dark. Great." Her mother's frantic, desperate words for her to hurry back up to school 'that very instant' rang in her ears, and she replied once more, and said goodbye, flipping down the top on the mobile with a snap. Pushing it gently into her handbag - a shiny, bubblegum fluorescent pink accessory with silver beads hanging off - she then she bent down and started shoving some of the clothes she had just bought back into their bags.
Just as she had finished packing everything away, with all of the bags in her hands, Tina felt a large drop of cold water hit her on the head. Looking up, she saw that dark, purple-black clouds had gathered in the sky, and drops of water were now falling out of them fast. Fighting the urge to cry out in frustration and let hot tears spill down her cheeks, the Fina ducked into the doorway of a nearby shop. To her utter dismay, the shop was closed, but she could actually see a stand of expensive pink umbrellas for sale in one corner. She stared at them in annoyance, and they stared back as if cruelly mocking her.
Taking a deep breath and trying to calm herself - as she had begun to panic at the thought of her beautifully curled hair, her designer jeans and her white leather jacket getting soaked through - she stepped out into the pouring rain, trying to cover her head with a magazine out of one of the bags. It didn't work. Tina shook the water off of the glossy cover of the magazine, and put the thing back in one of the bags, simply making a run for it, down the street, in what she hoped was the general direction of the school.
Tina reached the end of the deserted street, only to find that she was heading in completely the wrong direction, according to a large, metal, rain-splattered sign post the read, North, Beauxbatons Academy. Guess what? She had been going south. Now she was totally soaked, and her blue eyes filled up sadly, little raindrops pathetically dripping off of the end of her nose.
Pulling herself together after a few moments, Tina turned, and tottered the other way, only to trip and fall sideways as her foot slid in a large, watery puddle of mud on the street. She fell straight into the mud, her jeans, jacket, shirt underneath, her face, and even her hair getting splattered in the thick stuff. She let a loud sob leave her mouth, before the sobs dissolved into incredibly sad, shuddering wails that echoed around the now empty streets.
Then, just to spite her, the rain stopped abruptly, and the moon shone through a crack in the clouds. It was laughing at the pathetic sight in front of it.
There was low murmuring that could be heard from the other side of the phone as Tina's mother spoke once more, and suddenly, at one thing that Mrs. Newman said, the seventh year's eyes practically popped out of her head and she dropped the bags, clothes spilling out all around her high-heeled shoe-covered feet.
"Cousin? Called Alexander? What's his last name?!" Her mind flipped back to the Potions lesson a couple of days before, when she was checking out and flirting with that guy... The tall one, with the dark hair and the gray eyes. Alexander- "Aindrea? Noooooo..." When her mother asked what the problem was, she blurted out their first meetings. "I can't be related to him!! Oh, dang it, life's so not fair..." She pouted, her fists clenching and unclenching angrily in a rather childish manner.
"And now it's dark. Great." Her mother's frantic, desperate words for her to hurry back up to school 'that very instant' rang in her ears, and she replied once more, and said goodbye, flipping down the top on the mobile with a snap. Pushing it gently into her handbag - a shiny, bubblegum fluorescent pink accessory with silver beads hanging off - she then she bent down and started shoving some of the clothes she had just bought back into their bags.
Just as she had finished packing everything away, with all of the bags in her hands, Tina felt a large drop of cold water hit her on the head. Looking up, she saw that dark, purple-black clouds had gathered in the sky, and drops of water were now falling out of them fast. Fighting the urge to cry out in frustration and let hot tears spill down her cheeks, the Fina ducked into the doorway of a nearby shop. To her utter dismay, the shop was closed, but she could actually see a stand of expensive pink umbrellas for sale in one corner. She stared at them in annoyance, and they stared back as if cruelly mocking her.
Taking a deep breath and trying to calm herself - as she had begun to panic at the thought of her beautifully curled hair, her designer jeans and her white leather jacket getting soaked through - she stepped out into the pouring rain, trying to cover her head with a magazine out of one of the bags. It didn't work. Tina shook the water off of the glossy cover of the magazine, and put the thing back in one of the bags, simply making a run for it, down the street, in what she hoped was the general direction of the school.
Tina reached the end of the deserted street, only to find that she was heading in completely the wrong direction, according to a large, metal, rain-splattered sign post the read, North, Beauxbatons Academy. Guess what? She had been going south. Now she was totally soaked, and her blue eyes filled up sadly, little raindrops pathetically dripping off of the end of her nose.
Pulling herself together after a few moments, Tina turned, and tottered the other way, only to trip and fall sideways as her foot slid in a large, watery puddle of mud on the street. She fell straight into the mud, her jeans, jacket, shirt underneath, her face, and even her hair getting splattered in the thick stuff. She let a loud sob leave her mouth, before the sobs dissolved into incredibly sad, shuddering wails that echoed around the now empty streets.
Then, just to spite her, the rain stopped abruptly, and the moon shone through a crack in the clouds. It was laughing at the pathetic sight in front of it.
