Post by Celeste 'Ace' Howard on Apr 15, 2007 20:56:23 GMT -5
Ace.
That name brought tears to the eyes of every resident in her town back home. The sixteen year old was a force to be reckoned with, and now out here, with no energy... no resource... she was deaned, 'tamed'.
Wrong.
The Californian-Cuban had a lot to release and re-release in this Midwestern world.
She sat atop the merry-go-round, brunette locks kissing her light caramel skin with the joys of life, her younger sisters running about while her two older ones primped over on a nearby park bench.
"Bria... did you know when you stop listening you can't hear anything?" Ace asked, Bria smirking.
"But if you can't hear anything, how'd you know you were never listening?"
Ace rolled her eyes playfully. "Whatever..." she said, standing up, spinning around slowly as her eleven year old sister started twirling her, the sixteen year old, feeling faintly dizzy. So she closed her eyes.
Pink Converse All-Starts held on the the diamond plated playground structure as she relaxed, taking a deep breath.
She held the wind move her hair in a fanning effect, the pink band tee with 'No Thing Is Perfect' in brown clung tightly to her figure, her curvy body shown off nicely in her outfit.
On her legs were flare jeans, a light wash with a brown belt weaved through, self inflicted pink 'x' shaped stitches carved on the pockets of the jeans.
Her hazelnut eyes remained closed as she stopped, and stumbled off, falling in the safe recesses of the swing, opening her eyes to catch her breath.
No one saw that... right?
That name brought tears to the eyes of every resident in her town back home. The sixteen year old was a force to be reckoned with, and now out here, with no energy... no resource... she was deaned, 'tamed'.
Wrong.
The Californian-Cuban had a lot to release and re-release in this Midwestern world.
She sat atop the merry-go-round, brunette locks kissing her light caramel skin with the joys of life, her younger sisters running about while her two older ones primped over on a nearby park bench.
"Bria... did you know when you stop listening you can't hear anything?" Ace asked, Bria smirking.
"But if you can't hear anything, how'd you know you were never listening?"
Ace rolled her eyes playfully. "Whatever..." she said, standing up, spinning around slowly as her eleven year old sister started twirling her, the sixteen year old, feeling faintly dizzy. So she closed her eyes.
Pink Converse All-Starts held on the the diamond plated playground structure as she relaxed, taking a deep breath.
She held the wind move her hair in a fanning effect, the pink band tee with 'No Thing Is Perfect' in brown clung tightly to her figure, her curvy body shown off nicely in her outfit.
On her legs were flare jeans, a light wash with a brown belt weaved through, self inflicted pink 'x' shaped stitches carved on the pockets of the jeans.
Her hazelnut eyes remained closed as she stopped, and stumbled off, falling in the safe recesses of the swing, opening her eyes to catch her breath.
No one saw that... right?
