ilana faye. d8. fin.
Sept 3, 2017 21:16:06 GMT -5
Post by tick 12a / calla on Sept 3, 2017 21:16:06 GMT -5
Ilana Faye
female. d8. 16.
Standing tall and reaching for the sun, someone once said that you could fly if you tried hard enough.
I'd be more focused on trying to stick that landing though, because what goes up must come down.
Gravity and all that.
See, cutting class isn't really my style, so I know these things. Sitting in a boring classroom all day is no picnic but it beats hanging around some drug den so I guess I'll take it. Maybe I don't do the best but at least I'm there right? Dad always said that education is the key to success.
"Yeah, I try."
Apparently good things come to good people but I'm still waiting for my delivery.
A single father in a single storey house with a single creaky stair - second from the top so it's easy to jump over. There's a lot of singles in my life, including me and isn't that just a teeny bit sad. There are some personal issues there, maybe, because mom got up and left us both when I was two and there's a memory of red hair and sunshine that's taken her place. Maybe there's a reason I can't keep still while I'm awake, but it's something I don't dwell on.
My dad and I look like virtual strangers, but I'd say we get along pretty well. He's got darker hair and darker eyes, different in the places where I definitely took after mom. Blue eyes and fair skin, acne scars and stretch marks, and things I never really wanted, so thanks for all the killer sunburns, lady. For as long as I can remember I've wanted to be more like my dad, the only good role model I had growing up. He's a pretty stand up guy even though his daughter's way cooler.
At least he knows it.
House parties and dance floors, staying up late and sleeping in later, underage drinking kept all hush hush. It's not like we get too wild, anyways. Footsteps pounding on the pavement, holding someone's hair back as they upchuck into a rose bush because I'm a good friend like that.
I've always been pretty independent; cotton shirts, knit sweaters and black hairties on the floor, I guess my room's a bit of a personal disaster zone. Clothes are fun though, and why put them in a drawer when it's easier to just lay them out? Anyways, it's kind of our thing here and an outfit can make or break your night, but I usually just get whatever's cheap you know?
Seamstress jobs are fairly easy to come by too, even if they don't pay the best. But losing your temper when you've got no filter means also losing the work and when some bimbo walks in with a slip dress and a bucket full of sequins, I think I'm allowed to complain a little. Whatever, it's hard to keep a job when everyone's an idiot. Pricking your fingertips with a sewing needle isn't super fun either but run 'em under some cold water and bang they're good as new. Head home, raid the freezer and another day's gone.
I wish all my problems could be solved with a little water and some ice cream.
It's easier to remember the good times instead of the bad, anyways. Summer nights around a fire, dancing and banging a stick against a tree base because Ripred knows I've got rhythm. Sitting on someone's shoulders, I've always had the shortest legs so ha, suns out guns out, all of us looking for a party to crash before curfew.
Birthday parties are always the best, cake and confetti and good vibes all around.
Well, mostly good vibes.
Tensions run high sometimes when you're part of a not-gang and a girl likes her cake.
"Probably because I'm an aries, you know?"
Anyways.
I haven't blacked out yet which means I must be doing something right. I'm also not dead yet either so gold star and an A+ for me.
Lazy weekends when we're just bodies lying on top of each other, acting a little high and drunk when really we've been sober all week, and those are always the best days.
"Heck yeah, man. I totally call Whiskey Lionheart."
I don't know where my stunning creativity comes from sometimes, but it's truly a sight to behold. People have called me overconfident before, cocky even, a little firecracker because height apparently has something to do with it. But people also say that confidence makes you more attractive so I'll take all the help I can get. Pretty people flock together and if it was that easy, I guess we'd all be doing it. Long auburn hair and cherry chapstick, everything's red, red, red.
Kiss a boy and kiss a girl. Screw the system and kiss everybody. Flirt with anything that moves and give girls compliments when they're touching up their faces in the bathroom mirror, confidence ladies. We've gotta spread the love because none of us have that much time left anyways.
Girls just wanna have fun, right?
The important thing really is to just live your life.
Yolo and all that jazz.
Life is tough darling, but so are you.
Standing tall and reaching for the sun, someone once said that you could fly if you tried hard enough.
I'd be more focused on trying to stick that landing though, because what goes up must come down.
Gravity and all that.
See, cutting class isn't really my style, so I know these things. Sitting in a boring classroom all day is no picnic but it beats hanging around some drug den so I guess I'll take it. Maybe I don't do the best but at least I'm there right? Dad always said that education is the key to success.
"You're a good kid, Ilana."
"Yeah, I try."
Apparently good things come to good people but I'm still waiting for my delivery.
A single father in a single storey house with a single creaky stair - second from the top so it's easy to jump over. There's a lot of singles in my life, including me and isn't that just a teeny bit sad. There are some personal issues there, maybe, because mom got up and left us both when I was two and there's a memory of red hair and sunshine that's taken her place. Maybe there's a reason I can't keep still while I'm awake, but it's something I don't dwell on.
My dad and I look like virtual strangers, but I'd say we get along pretty well. He's got darker hair and darker eyes, different in the places where I definitely took after mom. Blue eyes and fair skin, acne scars and stretch marks, and things I never really wanted, so thanks for all the killer sunburns, lady. For as long as I can remember I've wanted to be more like my dad, the only good role model I had growing up. He's a pretty stand up guy even though his daughter's way cooler.
At least he knows it.
House parties and dance floors, staying up late and sleeping in later, underage drinking kept all hush hush. It's not like we get too wild, anyways. Footsteps pounding on the pavement, holding someone's hair back as they upchuck into a rose bush because I'm a good friend like that.
I've always been pretty independent; cotton shirts, knit sweaters and black hairties on the floor, I guess my room's a bit of a personal disaster zone. Clothes are fun though, and why put them in a drawer when it's easier to just lay them out? Anyways, it's kind of our thing here and an outfit can make or break your night, but I usually just get whatever's cheap you know?
Seamstress jobs are fairly easy to come by too, even if they don't pay the best. But losing your temper when you've got no filter means also losing the work and when some bimbo walks in with a slip dress and a bucket full of sequins, I think I'm allowed to complain a little. Whatever, it's hard to keep a job when everyone's an idiot. Pricking your fingertips with a sewing needle isn't super fun either but run 'em under some cold water and bang they're good as new. Head home, raid the freezer and another day's gone.
I wish all my problems could be solved with a little water and some ice cream.
It's easier to remember the good times instead of the bad, anyways. Summer nights around a fire, dancing and banging a stick against a tree base because Ripred knows I've got rhythm. Sitting on someone's shoulders, I've always had the shortest legs so ha, suns out guns out, all of us looking for a party to crash before curfew.
Birthday parties are always the best, cake and confetti and good vibes all around.
Well, mostly good vibes.
Tensions run high sometimes when you're part of a not-gang and a girl likes her cake.
"Ripred, you're impatient."
"Probably because I'm an aries, you know?"
Anyways.
I haven't blacked out yet which means I must be doing something right. I'm also not dead yet either so gold star and an A+ for me.
Lazy weekends when we're just bodies lying on top of each other, acting a little high and drunk when really we've been sober all week, and those are always the best days.
"Guys. We need, like, code names if we're gonna stick together."
"Heck yeah, man. I totally call Whiskey Lionheart."
I don't know where my stunning creativity comes from sometimes, but it's truly a sight to behold. People have called me overconfident before, cocky even, a little firecracker because height apparently has something to do with it. But people also say that confidence makes you more attractive so I'll take all the help I can get. Pretty people flock together and if it was that easy, I guess we'd all be doing it. Long auburn hair and cherry chapstick, everything's red, red, red.
Kiss a boy and kiss a girl. Screw the system and kiss everybody. Flirt with anything that moves and give girls compliments when they're touching up their faces in the bathroom mirror, confidence ladies. We've gotta spread the love because none of us have that much time left anyways.
Girls just wanna have fun, right?
The important thing really is to just live your life.
Yolo and all that jazz.
