Post by Portia DuLac on Aug 12, 2009 1:13:37 GMT -6
From the front porch looking in,
Portia DuLac.
Portia smiled and she walked along the side walk. Getting a few interested glances from guys. Her long blonde hair fell along her shoulders. Beatiful soft blonde curls that framed her face made her look all the more beatiful. Her blue eyes sparkled in the sun. She wore a beatiful flowy summer dress. A pretty green colour making her features pop. She had golden flip-flop wedges on. Her tan skin pulled it all together. Making her primped and gorgeous. She smiled as she reached a gate to a park. She walked to it. The grass was worn in some places. Probably from the small children that came here often. A little play ground lined with gravle was in the middle. The grass and ashfault surrounding it. She found an old wooden bench. A silver plate that said " 1931 " right in the middle caught her eye. She ran her manicured thumb across it. The plate was dirty and rusted. But the engraved date shone. Portia flipped the skirt of the dress from under her sitting down.
She crossed her legs. Her mind instantly drifted off. Remembering those peircing green eyes. White-Blonde hair. She shook her head as the images of a hand making contact with her face appeared. She sighed and took out a magazine. Of course her best friend Noelle Launge was in it. She smirked as she saw her buddy posed with some guy. She was in a filly pink bakini. Holding onto the guy. Her hair was red then. It fell just below her shoulders. Pin straight. The caption read " Beauty, Stucture Excellence. " Then the store name " Peche" Which of course ment Peach in french in a curly ended cursive print. Noelle probably hated that bikini. She looked off into the distance. Then back to the magazine. She went through a bunch of adds. Manly ones of purfumes.
She wanted to start over. She wanted to wipe Garret out of her mind forever. To forget about the disguisting scar on her collar bone. Just to have a regular life. She wanted a boyfriend. A guy who wouldn't hurt her for being late. One that would comfort her when she was sad. One that would cuddle with her during the night time. She grinned slightly thinking about it. Thinking about how stupid she was. There wasn't anybody out there for her. She assumed. She just went along with it. She didn't think she was worth the royalty of being a girlfriend. So here she was. Alone, with a magazine, daydreaming about wonderboy. When would she ever grow up..
Words:446
Muse: Good
Tags: No one
Notes: Guys only please!
Portia: poponthepop.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/paris-hilton-picture-1.jpg
Portia DuLac.
Portia smiled and she walked along the side walk. Getting a few interested glances from guys. Her long blonde hair fell along her shoulders. Beatiful soft blonde curls that framed her face made her look all the more beatiful. Her blue eyes sparkled in the sun. She wore a beatiful flowy summer dress. A pretty green colour making her features pop. She had golden flip-flop wedges on. Her tan skin pulled it all together. Making her primped and gorgeous. She smiled as she reached a gate to a park. She walked to it. The grass was worn in some places. Probably from the small children that came here often. A little play ground lined with gravle was in the middle. The grass and ashfault surrounding it. She found an old wooden bench. A silver plate that said " 1931 " right in the middle caught her eye. She ran her manicured thumb across it. The plate was dirty and rusted. But the engraved date shone. Portia flipped the skirt of the dress from under her sitting down.
She crossed her legs. Her mind instantly drifted off. Remembering those peircing green eyes. White-Blonde hair. She shook her head as the images of a hand making contact with her face appeared. She sighed and took out a magazine. Of course her best friend Noelle Launge was in it. She smirked as she saw her buddy posed with some guy. She was in a filly pink bakini. Holding onto the guy. Her hair was red then. It fell just below her shoulders. Pin straight. The caption read " Beauty, Stucture Excellence. " Then the store name " Peche" Which of course ment Peach in french in a curly ended cursive print. Noelle probably hated that bikini. She looked off into the distance. Then back to the magazine. She went through a bunch of adds. Manly ones of purfumes.
She wanted to start over. She wanted to wipe Garret out of her mind forever. To forget about the disguisting scar on her collar bone. Just to have a regular life. She wanted a boyfriend. A guy who wouldn't hurt her for being late. One that would comfort her when she was sad. One that would cuddle with her during the night time. She grinned slightly thinking about it. Thinking about how stupid she was. There wasn't anybody out there for her. She assumed. She just went along with it. She didn't think she was worth the royalty of being a girlfriend. So here she was. Alone, with a magazine, daydreaming about wonderboy. When would she ever grow up..
Words:446
Muse: Good
Tags: No one
Notes: Guys only please!
Portia: poponthepop.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/paris-hilton-picture-1.jpg
