Post by Alice Velmont on Sept 13, 2012 10:18:24 GMT -6
Alice was returning home from a long day of school, her backpack slung to one shoulder. She wore her highschool uniform, a big coffee stain on the soft fabric of her blue skirt. It had been a tiresome day to face Helen, her prime rival in class 12 B. The girl was a ruthless, selfish, superficial pest with neon green nails and a head full of nasty retorts she gave her best to employ in excess. Although no day was quiet with her around, today had been especially gruesome when it came to confrontation. Alice picked up the hem of her moderately short skirt with delicate fingers, noting the stain again and she sighed. Her mother wouldn’t be pleased.
As she entered the apartment building she had lived her whole life in, she noticed someone stepping into the elevator and decided to put in the effort of joining them. She sprinted towards the elevator, coming into view as she reached the entrance and making a sharp turn that made her trip over an untied shoelace she hadn’t noticed. Crash. “Ow.” She tumbled into the elevator cabin unceremoniously, half inside and half out, the doors threatening to bump against her sides as they tried to close.
Somehow she had managed to unzip her backpack as well in the process, her finger lacing with the loop on the keychain she had bound to it and the rucksack’s contents had flown out of their confinement, spilling into the elevator cabin freely, some of her books bumping against someone’s shoes/boots. Aside from books, other things escaped from the backpack were: a half-consumed bottle of water, an unopened vitamin bar, a rubber bouncing ball with sparkles in its almost perfectly transparent blue composition, a roll of tape, an old Linkin Park CD and the most tragic of all – a pack of opened tampons.
As she entered the apartment building she had lived her whole life in, she noticed someone stepping into the elevator and decided to put in the effort of joining them. She sprinted towards the elevator, coming into view as she reached the entrance and making a sharp turn that made her trip over an untied shoelace she hadn’t noticed. Crash. “Ow.” She tumbled into the elevator cabin unceremoniously, half inside and half out, the doors threatening to bump against her sides as they tried to close.
Somehow she had managed to unzip her backpack as well in the process, her finger lacing with the loop on the keychain she had bound to it and the rucksack’s contents had flown out of their confinement, spilling into the elevator cabin freely, some of her books bumping against someone’s shoes/boots. Aside from books, other things escaped from the backpack were: a half-consumed bottle of water, an unopened vitamin bar, a rubber bouncing ball with sparkles in its almost perfectly transparent blue composition, a roll of tape, an old Linkin Park CD and the most tragic of all – a pack of opened tampons.
