Post by elena kaitlyn davenport on May 1, 2009 22:50:49 GMT -5
Elena sat with her back against the rough bark of the Oak tree that she leant on. Its rough tecture rubbed annoyingly across the back of her black lace shirt. At least she had been smart enough to wear her skinny dark jeans, though she probably shouldn't have worn those ankle boots with them. It had taken Elena a few tumbles on her way through the forest to learn that lesson.
So here she was now, in the night, leaning against a very annoying tree, looking up at the bright stars through the high canopy of the treees. Elena snorted outloud. "What utter bullshit." She said, obviously to herself.
An owl hooted somewhere in the distance, and Elena smiled softly at the noise. So she wasn't alone out here. Even if she couldn't talk to an animal, and even though she couldn't see it from where she was sitting, it was nice to know that it was there. With this happy thought in her mind, Elena pulled out her ciggarette packet from the sleeve of her ankle boot. No teacher was ever smart enough to look there, and the shoe was so wide around her thin ankle that she could fit the packet in there, though it was a little uncomfortable.
Expertly, Elena lit the ciggarette from the lighter she kept in the pack and in haled deeply. Oh God bless nicotine. it was right what she needed, the hazy smoke flowing right through her nostrils and down her throat into her lungs. Probably killing her. Elena smirked and once again inhaled from the ciggarette. Oh well.
So here she was now, in the night, leaning against a very annoying tree, looking up at the bright stars through the high canopy of the treees. Elena snorted outloud. "What utter bullshit." She said, obviously to herself.
An owl hooted somewhere in the distance, and Elena smiled softly at the noise. So she wasn't alone out here. Even if she couldn't talk to an animal, and even though she couldn't see it from where she was sitting, it was nice to know that it was there. With this happy thought in her mind, Elena pulled out her ciggarette packet from the sleeve of her ankle boot. No teacher was ever smart enough to look there, and the shoe was so wide around her thin ankle that she could fit the packet in there, though it was a little uncomfortable.
Expertly, Elena lit the ciggarette from the lighter she kept in the pack and in haled deeply. Oh God bless nicotine. it was right what she needed, the hazy smoke flowing right through her nostrils and down her throat into her lungs. Probably killing her. Elena smirked and once again inhaled from the ciggarette. Oh well.
