Post by SOPHIA CALLAWAY on Feb 2, 2013 17:05:29 GMT -8
i cry when angels deserve to die
| [atrb=border,0,true] Sophia stared down at her blonde locks with a bored expression on her pretty face. Instead of actually doing something that was productive she instead sat there picking off split ends. She really should be doing something more productive, like cleaning up the dishes she dirtied while making breakfast but honestly that was a lot more effort than she wanted to put in right now. So instead she sat on the bed to her hotel, her knees brought close to her chest while the remote to the TV sat on top of them. The television was on but she had no idea what she was watching. It was some sort of crime show but honestly she was not even interested. Instead she was picking at her platinum hair, wishing she could just cut it herself. But she really had no patience for that, instead she would just sit here and wallow in the fact that she could not cut her hair. Maybe she should just cut it in a bob again. She was tired of it getting all in her face and she hated when people would touch it or tug it. At least if it was short she could shoo people away from it. For whatever reason girls loved touching other girls hair, but not Sophia. She hated touching other people’s hair and hated having her hair touched. After about ten minutes of going through as many split ends as she could handle the girl let out a sigh and stretched her body. She should go out and do something. It was fairly nice outside, considering. It was not snowing so that was always a downer. Sophia loved walking outside in the snow. It was peaceful and tranquil and nice. Sure, it was a little on the colder side but she really did not care. She could go and get some coffee or some tea. Maybe tea would actually be a little bit better, she had not had tea in a long while. Sophia scooted off the bed and discarded her pajama bottoms and her oversized shirt for a more, form fitting teal long sleeved shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. She then threw on a pair of black flats and called it a day. There was no sense in dressing up fancy. She never really was one to dress fancy anyways. It was just not her thing. Dresses were so suffocating that she normally avoided them, but whatever. She then grabbed her coat and shrugged it on before tying her blonde hair into a messy bun. And there, in about ten short minutes she was ready to go about her day. The coffee shop smelled delicious. Sophia closed her blue eyes and inhaled through her nose and then breathed out of her mouth so she could savor the smell. She walked into the line and when it got to her she ordered green tea, sweetened. And then she grabbed her drink and set her stuff on the table so she could get organized. She hated leaving with everything in a jumbled mess, especially when her cash was all over the place. Jesus that was annoying. |