TRAFFIC? ((OPEN))
Jan 16, 2012 8:31:10 GMT -5
Post by Charlotte Styles on Jan 16, 2012 8:31:10 GMT -5
Time almost went still as she entered the hall. She saw the peering eyes, the changed expressions and the moving feet. It only meant one thing; power. Charlie had it, other's wanted it. Some would even sink their fucking teeth into her just to get a taste of what it was like, to be powerful. To be feared. To be - her. Heals clashed on the floor as foot after foot, the brunette came down the hall. The sophmore's moved first, knowing what was happening. Then the freshmen were dragged out of the way. Seniors just made their way passed because she knows them, they wouldn't say anything anyways. If they did, she would teleport their balls to the top of the Eiffel Tower.
A student stepped in front of her. In a swirl of crimson and purple, she blured through the kid and appeared on the other side. She moved the hair out of her face as she made her way across. Charlotte Styles for English. Fucking yahtzee for that! If she could go a day without engaging in stupid fucking spelling lists 101 she would be happy. But everyday. English is good though, you learn some stuff and finals are a piece of cake. But it was so fucking boring. It had to be done, so sighing she turned off the corner towards the English rooms. That was until someone bumped into her.
Her pradda fell to the floor. Her phone fell out and slid to a halt. Her makeup scattered out along with her purse. At first she was shocked, looking down at her dropped property. But then as she looked forwards, it morphed into anger. Pure fucking rage that you saw on the horror films. "What the hell!". She said as she bent down to pick her stuff up. But then she saw who it was.