Post by xx. Dustin Matthews on Jul 25, 2006 22:16:44 GMT -5
The young woman awoke Saturday morning with a pounding in her head and an alarm clock ringing in her ear. Sitting up quite reluctantly, the teen held her head in her hands and emitted a dry groan. Remembering her screaming clock, she reached a hand over to her night stand while keeping her eyes closed and sitting lazily on her bedside. The hand of hers fumbled around blindly, knocking many items over and causing loud clatters that only furthered her throbbing head-ache. Finally shutting the clock up with a quick slam of her plam, 18 year old Dustin Matthews, stood for her bed. She stumbled to her closet and picked out an outfit to wear for the day. A pair of tight, ripped jeans, and a black beater tank. She tossed the articles of clothing on her bed before making her way to the attached bathroom and finishing up getting ready.
Emerging from the bathroom with messy raven hair and a thick line of black eyeliner under each green optic, Dusty grabbed her things and headed downstairs. She passed her mother who was located in the kitchen without the slightest glance and hurried out the front door. She walked down the porch steps and reached her black honda civic's driver's door and quickly unlocked it. Placing her things in the passenger seat, Dusty insterted the key into the ignition and turned the engine over. She sighed before pulling out of the drive and sped off to work. She parked outside the mall and hopped out of her car. Checking quickly before crossing to the sidewalk, Dusty rushed into the mall, knowing already she was late once again. Oh, she was so fired.
The slim girl walked into Hot Topic, her converse clad feet carrying her with grace and quick steps. She entered with her head held high like nothing was wrong and like she wasn't 10 minutes late. She stood behind the cash register and put her bag full of nesscary things on the floor. For some reason, Dusty was very protective of the black messenger bag. Maybe too protective. She was hiding something. It was clear enough. If one were to take a good look at her wrists, they just might understand why she watched that bag like a hawk. At the moment though, her arms were covered by the black zip up hoodie she was sporting. As always the hood was pulled over her head while her fringe of bangs shadowed one of her dull green optics. Yes. That's right. Dull green eyes. She sighed as she looked around the store. Comsidering it was only about 10 am, the store was close to empty except for those occasional early birds who wasted their time getting up on a weekend. If Dusty had a choice she'd still be passed out in her bed.
Emerging from the bathroom with messy raven hair and a thick line of black eyeliner under each green optic, Dusty grabbed her things and headed downstairs. She passed her mother who was located in the kitchen without the slightest glance and hurried out the front door. She walked down the porch steps and reached her black honda civic's driver's door and quickly unlocked it. Placing her things in the passenger seat, Dusty insterted the key into the ignition and turned the engine over. She sighed before pulling out of the drive and sped off to work. She parked outside the mall and hopped out of her car. Checking quickly before crossing to the sidewalk, Dusty rushed into the mall, knowing already she was late once again. Oh, she was so fired.
The slim girl walked into Hot Topic, her converse clad feet carrying her with grace and quick steps. She entered with her head held high like nothing was wrong and like she wasn't 10 minutes late. She stood behind the cash register and put her bag full of nesscary things on the floor. For some reason, Dusty was very protective of the black messenger bag. Maybe too protective. She was hiding something. It was clear enough. If one were to take a good look at her wrists, they just might understand why she watched that bag like a hawk. At the moment though, her arms were covered by the black zip up hoodie she was sporting. As always the hood was pulled over her head while her fringe of bangs shadowed one of her dull green optics. Yes. That's right. Dull green eyes. She sighed as she looked around the store. Comsidering it was only about 10 am, the store was close to empty except for those occasional early birds who wasted their time getting up on a weekend. If Dusty had a choice she'd still be passed out in her bed.