Post by Arietta&&June&&Alexander on Feb 4, 2007 17:55:36 GMT -5
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Ari's presence was known through the glamorous wooden floored halls. Her black zip-up boots pounding hard against the flooring.
She was freezing pretty much. She heard this place was cold. But not this cold. It was insane. She should've known better than to walk around in a denim skirt that fell just below the midpoint of her thighs and he bright yellow tanktop with stuff written all over in permanent marker.
As she pulled her keys out, she began opening the apartment, brows raised. Maybe this would all make up for the freezing temperatures. And she was right. Or so it seemed.
Opening the door to the apartment room, she gasped. So. Fancy. It must have been a lot. Oh. Great. That meant she'd have to fork over more, meaning she'd have to get a job. But where?
Throwing the duffel bag on the floor near a fishtank, she put a thin finger to her lips and began towards the kitchen. It was so. Nice. And fancy.
"Well. I guess this is where my new life is going to be." she whispered to herself, walking over to the stainless steel stove and blinking in amazement.
Her parents would KILL her if they found out she ran away and they figured out they'd have to pay for this in the end. No. She could pay for it herself. She knew she could.
Running a hand through her blonde hair, brushing it from her face, she swallowed hard. Just looking at this place stressed her out, thinking of how much it costed. But. She didn't have a choice as to which apartment she received. It depended on her ex-family's income. This was what she was used to. So. She better stay used to it.
Ari's presence was known through the glamorous wooden floored halls. Her black zip-up boots pounding hard against the flooring.
She was freezing pretty much. She heard this place was cold. But not this cold. It was insane. She should've known better than to walk around in a denim skirt that fell just below the midpoint of her thighs and he bright yellow tanktop with stuff written all over in permanent marker.
As she pulled her keys out, she began opening the apartment, brows raised. Maybe this would all make up for the freezing temperatures. And she was right. Or so it seemed.
Opening the door to the apartment room, she gasped. So. Fancy. It must have been a lot. Oh. Great. That meant she'd have to fork over more, meaning she'd have to get a job. But where?
Throwing the duffel bag on the floor near a fishtank, she put a thin finger to her lips and began towards the kitchen. It was so. Nice. And fancy.
"Well. I guess this is where my new life is going to be." she whispered to herself, walking over to the stainless steel stove and blinking in amazement.
Her parents would KILL her if they found out she ran away and they figured out they'd have to pay for this in the end. No. She could pay for it herself. She knew she could.
Running a hand through her blonde hair, brushing it from her face, she swallowed hard. Just looking at this place stressed her out, thinking of how much it costed. But. She didn't have a choice as to which apartment she received. It depended on her ex-family's income. This was what she was used to. So. She better stay used to it.