Post by Miyabi Evans on Jul 30, 2009 17:10:47 GMT -6
TOMORROW WILL BE THE END OF THE DAY
mmmm. light filtered brilliantly through the single window into room 105, it's strong beams seeming to seek out the lump on the bed furthest from the pane. insides of eyelids were stained with burgundy, fireworks of the colors of the rainbows sparking within them blood-like color. back of a delicate hand flopped hopelessly to cover eyes as she attempted to drift back to la la land, but to no avail. moaning once more, eye lids cracked open, taking a few seconds to adjusted to the light before opening fully. arms, weak from sleep, shakily pushed the teenager into a sitting position. stealing a glance at her alarm clock, flickered the numbers : 6:00 a.m. damnit! she'd even 'forgotten' to set it, and she still only slept in an hour! just once, just once this school year, she wanted to sleep in and use it as an excuse to skip school. guess her internal clock was out to get her! hell, screw internal clocks. no one needs them in the morning, except for those weirdo business people who have to wake up at unheard of hours in the morning and run off to meetings. 'yabi would never, ever be able to function at a meeting that early. her aunt tried to schedule meetings for modeling that early a couple of years ago, but couldn't keep the teen awake.
stifling a yawn, she threw the covers off of her, swinging her legs to the edge of the bed. sitting so her feet dangled over the carpet, she stared at the carpet, waiting for her motor skills to kick in so she wouldn't stumble around. mind finally cleared, allowing her heave herself to her feet. fingers laced their way into her hair as she leaned her head on her palm. feeling something plastic behind her ear, she mentally scolded herself for coming in dead tired from the barn last night and passing out. she'd totally forgotten to take her sunglasses off, but had managed to change into a black shirt and black hot pants. dropping her hands, she stood up and walked toward the bathroom. well, it was more like swaggering, because she still was sleepy and lacked balance. stumbling into the bathroom and slamming the door behind her, Miyabi turned slowly toward the mirror. instantly, she balked. ugh. her pink eyeliner had smeared down to her cheek bones, and she still looked dead tired. nothing a shower couldn't cure. using a makeup remover, she wiped away the pink mess, went to the bathroom, and hopped into the shower.
after twenty minutes of scrubba-dub-dubbing, the teen was stepping out of the shower stall, and she quickly snatched a white towel, wrapping it around her body. grabbing another towel, she hand dried her hair the best she could before getting the trusty blow dryer. once the neon hair was at least mildly acceptable, aka wave upon wave of pink and the occasional ringlet, she stared at her reflection. no need to do her makeup yet, 'cause she was just going to hang out in her room for a bit before heading off to school. she was a junior at FFA,, and had so far enjoyed all of her classes. tripping lightly back into her room, she took in account the room mate. actually, the lack there of.
a sigh slipped past lips as she rummaged through the small, cramped closet space that she had claimed. most of her stuff was piled high on cheap racks she bought at Walmart, or on close hangers. other than that, they were in a tiny dresser at the end of her bed. her shoes were discarded randomly or lined neatly on the floor of the closet, but she was always careful that she cleaned them up if they'd interfere with her roomie. yeah, she usually was clean, but it'd take awhile before she'd find the time of day to clean the place up. removing the towel, she quickly changed into her underwear, a black tank top, and Nike women's basketball shorts. dropping her pajamas and towels in a hamper, she noted that she had to do the laundry soon.
the black iPod dock sitting next to her alarm clock caught her attention, and she meandered over to it. her iPod was already hooked up, and she searched for a song. AHA! Gather Roses by ScReW. thinking of two of the band members, kazuki and byou, she squeaked out a strained, "kawaii!" they were adorable, and Miyabi acted like a freaky little fan girl, watching Screws Epic Moments on youtube over and over. she couldn't help it. she was an otaku! cranking up the volume, Miyabi yanked the window up to air out the room for the summer morning air. it was around half past six o' clock in the morning now, but everyone else should probably already be up, or...well, she'll wake them up, just because her morning grogginess didn't let her care about how loud the music was. her back facing the bed, she flopped down on the comfy rectangle, splayed on top of the comforter. foot jiggled to the wild beat, lips parting as she sang along to the death metal/metal/pop song.
a mental alert forced her eyes to almost roll into the back of her head in order to read the clock's time once more. six forty-five. time to go. well used abdominal muscles tensed as torso lifted without the aid of arms, body soon shuffling back to the closet. though she felt like just going in her comfy clothes, Miyabi's fashion youki coaxed her to dig through her wardrobe for an interesting outfit. in a few minutes, she was clad in black skinnies, a multicolored checkered plaid shirt, and black Chuck Converses. yanking on her belt, the teen mumble at the belt loops for 'being too small for the width of the goddamn belt.' okay, now that, that was over...another glance at the clock caused her to blanch. ten minutes to get to class! cursing rather verbally, the pink haired lass barreled into the bathroom, applying black eye liner to both top and bottom lids, and neon green eye shadow, oh! and don't forget the oh so appreciated deodarant! jaws parted in a yawn, muscles around jaw stretching in a pleasant sensation as Miyabi snatched her Hello Kitty bag on the way out, locking the door behind her. nah, she wasn't worried about being locked out. unlike some idiots, she planned ahead and had stuffed her school tote with all of her necessities: cell phone, mp3 player/iPod, AERIAL7 tank headphones, text books, etc.
making it to her class in record time, lungs deflated in a shaky sigh of relief. backside plopped dramatically in the nearest chair, chest heaving rapidly from the pace she had maintained to reach the room in time, feet aching mildly in protest to the lack of arch support denied from wearing converse. she twisted around to face the front of the room, being positioned in the back of the rows on the wall opposite the door. skull swiveled to the left as soon as the teenager came to realize that the teacher had yet to show up. damn, I could have been late and no one would have noticed. finally regaining composure, she inhaled the oxygen greedily in a deep breath, allowing the now carbon dioxide to flood the air surrounding her, minutely poisoning the atmosphere. eyes the hue of cobalt peered curiously through the window, sucking in the blur of color. greens, reds, blues, all of the colors belonging in a shimmering rainbow were painted upon a beautiful canvas, title being, 'Firefly Fields Academy.' blinking, Miyabi came to the conclusion that the Junior Math class wouldn't be starting for a few minutes, so she may as well space out and day dream.
The pain still lingers, leaving only...
outfit ; www.polyvore.com/miyabi_evans/set?id=10831962
