Post by tara on Nov 11, 2009 21:30:26 GMT -6
A long sigh came from Tara's mouth as she sat against the large fountain in the center of the courtyard. Her knees were pulled close to her chest and a loose leaf notebook resting on the top of her kneecaps, substituting as a sturdy surface to write on. Tara had just moved onto campus late last night and would be starting up her classes tomorrow. This place was much better than she had expected at least. And her expectations had been set high. After looking through countless brochures, websites and handouts about the academy, she had believed that there was no way she would even get accepted into the school. But now that she was here, it felt natural to be surrounded by possibly the most wealthy people on this side of the country. So many questions and doubts flooded her mind as she made the decision to actually come to the school after being accepted. Silly things like will they be nice, will they tease a new girl like me, what if I make a complete fool out of myself? But a girl like Tara, headstrong and curious, just had to find out for herself what this place was like.
So far, she liked it. No scratch that, she loved it. Well, at least, what she had seen of it so far. She had only been through the halls to get to her dorm so far, and even just glancing into the classrooms and library, she was impressed. The people around here definitely had money, and they weren't afraid to show it in the school's design. So far out of what Tara had seen, she especially liked the courtyard. It was usually quiet and peaceful, a great place to write songs or poems and get her mind off of the world, and for the next few years, her studies.
Tara looked up from her notepad to push the light blonde bangs from her vision and take yet another look around. It was certainly a beautiful day. The sun was bright and warm against her pale cream skin. The sky was a bright almost cotton candy colored blue clear of any signs of bad weather coming around any time soon. Today was the type of day you only get a few of every year back where she was from. But since she had been in California, all of one week, there hadn't been a single rainy day. Tara hated the rain, so for her, this was a great sign. She lifted her head upward so that the heat of the sun pressed against her cheeks. If only I could tan, she thought to herself. Unfortunately her pale skin always burned and then turned back to its original cream color. Not once in her life had she been able to brag about some 'killer tan' she had gotten over the summer. She was just as light skinned durning the summer as she was in the dead of winter. What a joke.
Pushing her wandering thoughts aside and turning back to her writing, she pressed the pen to the paper and began to write. Her penmanship was loopy and tiny, the type of hand writing that looked as though someone stenciled the letters onto the thin paper. She had always been given comliments on her not only her actual writing, but what she wrote, how she wrote, the passion in each line of every song she created. Just one blessing she got in return for her paste colored skin.
The words flowed from her mind to the paper as she wrote, the letters together making words. The words together creating lyrics to an unsung song, just waiting to be sung by herself. She smiled to herself, pleased with how it was turning out so far. Who would have thought that her ideas for songs would bloom so much simply by moving states? She should have done this long ago, she joked to herself.
Biting her lip as she wrote, she wondered if she would ever make any good friends here at the school. The kids here were so rich, so well connected at least, that she doubted she would even get noticed. That was Tara for you, worrying about meeting people on her first day on campus. This was going to be a long year. She could feel it already.
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notes sorry this one is so short. they get longer as i go along ;D
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