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Oct 5, 2010 20:55:11 GMT -5
Post by peanutpie on Oct 5, 2010 20:55:11 GMT -5
"When I walk into the room, people stop and stare. Its like nobody else is there..."
Emerence was one of those people. You know them. Yes, them. The type of people who always walk around with their heart (and drama) on their sleeve. The type of girl who couldnt look good without gobs of makeup or her extentions. The type of girl with superficiatlity on her list of priorites, followed by candy, men, clothes. Wait, superficiality.
But at this particular moment she felt... a bit akward. She felt like she was teetering on one side, the other was simply... concerning. Like she could take a steep step and fumble over herself, folding into some acroptolyptic death sentence. Like darkness could whisk her away to some torture chamber.
But she didnt know why. Nothing threatening. She was just in the silver and white apartment that she and her mother shared. The doors and windows were locked. Not in a large lock way, just locked like if they were inside enjoying coffee. Her music wafted in the background. "All the right moves in all the right places..." it sang. She just stood there, pondering the reality of this moment.
Could she be drunk? Dreaming? Driven crazy? Her eyes flitted towards the window. Nothing abnormal. "So yeah, were going down..." The humble words entered her ears. They filled her ears, she sighed. Anyway, she needed to get to dance class. Sooner or later.
She walked into her bedroom, still sensing an odd tension in the way the rooms stood still. She shook her head. She placed the things she would need in her bag. Her high heels, her leotard with the see through stomach, her props. She zippered up the black and white bag. Slinging it over her shoulder, she considered what could be happening.
Maybe she just felt odd. Thats it. Her voice convinced herself. Emerence brushed her hair, observed her (fake) nose in the mirror and made sure her eyelash extentions stayed intact. A quick swipe of lipgloss later made her click the locks behind her in a sudden way, closing the whitewashed door.
She took the elevator down, the plesant beeping noise appearing when it came to a stop. She walked out of the elevator, onto the street. She was about to make a right turn to the dance studio when she saw something cross the corner of her eye. A fast food place.
Ah, the tempation. No Emerence. Think of the flab.
But come on. Give it to me!
Emerence, your dance instuctor told you to...
I dont care!
Emerence....
Fine.
She continued walking.