Post by sammie on Jul 29, 2012 14:07:33 GMT -5
Samantha Leger wasn't in a good mood. No, not at all. Although, the pure feeling of knowing... felt delicious, she knew nothing further than that she had made a friend and an enemy all in two day's work. Maybe more than a friend, maybe more than an enemy. Who knows?
Samantha hated girls like Freya, who thought that they knew her but only judged her clothes, her hair and her history. She had also thought she could trust Carmela, which is totally off subject, with staying loyal. But somehow, she hadn't lived up to the girl's standards. Maybe her standard's had changed since that snob Freya had arrived at Canterwood. Or maybe Carmel just couldn't stick one person for too long.
All in all, though, Samantha had a lot to think about. Maybe she'd been a bit snarky to Freya, and Sammie knows that saying that the other girl started it was much too cliche, but she said it to herself anyway. Sammie greets new girls nicely, if they greet her nicely. That's her rule.
And as Sammie walked through campus in a gorgeous pink and green cover-up overtop of her pretty, strappy white bikini she knew she had to fix things the hard way. Not that there's an easy way.
Before Samantha enters the pool deck, she scans her body. Flat, toned, tan tummy and strong, tan and fit legs. Thin arms, caused by her recent anorexia attacks, but not frail. Her bleach blond hair was pulled into a high pony tail, with one lone strand hanging over one sparkly blue eye. No one can judge Samantha- not on her watch.
Samantha entered the pool area, and was surprised at how empty it was. There was four boys throwing a ball around in the water, a group of younger girls gushing over lip gloss in the far corner, and a few older boys and girls huddled around the towel rack.
Sammie found her always-reserved seat in the main seating area, where her and her friends usually sat, and put her sunglasses on. She gracefully crossed her flawless legs over each other and closed her eyes, letting her thoughts get carried away.
About ten minutes in, Samantha felt someone blocking her sunlight. She opened her eyes and raised her sunglasses. Freya. "Can I help you?" She asks the brunette coolly. I've had enough drama today. She thinks to herself.
Samantha hated girls like Freya, who thought that they knew her but only judged her clothes, her hair and her history. She had also thought she could trust Carmela, which is totally off subject, with staying loyal. But somehow, she hadn't lived up to the girl's standards. Maybe her standard's had changed since that snob Freya had arrived at Canterwood. Or maybe Carmel just couldn't stick one person for too long.
All in all, though, Samantha had a lot to think about. Maybe she'd been a bit snarky to Freya, and Sammie knows that saying that the other girl started it was much too cliche, but she said it to herself anyway. Sammie greets new girls nicely, if they greet her nicely. That's her rule.
And as Sammie walked through campus in a gorgeous pink and green cover-up overtop of her pretty, strappy white bikini she knew she had to fix things the hard way. Not that there's an easy way.
Before Samantha enters the pool deck, she scans her body. Flat, toned, tan tummy and strong, tan and fit legs. Thin arms, caused by her recent anorexia attacks, but not frail. Her bleach blond hair was pulled into a high pony tail, with one lone strand hanging over one sparkly blue eye. No one can judge Samantha- not on her watch.
Samantha entered the pool area, and was surprised at how empty it was. There was four boys throwing a ball around in the water, a group of younger girls gushing over lip gloss in the far corner, and a few older boys and girls huddled around the towel rack.
Sammie found her always-reserved seat in the main seating area, where her and her friends usually sat, and put her sunglasses on. She gracefully crossed her flawless legs over each other and closed her eyes, letting her thoughts get carried away.
About ten minutes in, Samantha felt someone blocking her sunlight. She opened her eyes and raised her sunglasses. Freya. "Can I help you?" She asks the brunette coolly. I've had enough drama today. She thinks to herself.
Notes: Hope it's ok w/ u
Outfit: ^
Mood: Annoyed
Word Count: idk
Lyrics: White Horse* Taylor Swift
Credits: Kayla Storm @ CCA
