Post by Pandora Willow O'Hare on Jun 3, 2006 22:53:06 GMT -5
The sheer sleekness of the Firebelly crest was something she enjoyed portraying. She loved it, having a taste of creativity at the tip of her tongue. It fed her soul new ambitions, new adventure, she craved every single bit of it. Pandora's confidence grew as well. Now the only task left for her to do was to conquer her freedom problems with her parents. Like that's going to happen, she thought to herself in her solitude.
Pandora was warm enough to have worn her flip flops and her old school's uniform skirt. Pandora hadn't walked outside in awhile, her skin was evidence of such as it had gone white over the past month. But now that the sun could be seen and students running about, she would dare venture out into the world of the living.
Her heart sank as she thought about her family back home. She grew nervous, yet a strong sense of adrenaline rushed through her blood stream. If she could survive another year with them, then there was no stopping her. No longer wold she have to be considered like the inferior.
Pandora was warm enough to have worn her flip flops and her old school's uniform skirt. Pandora hadn't walked outside in awhile, her skin was evidence of such as it had gone white over the past month. But now that the sun could be seen and students running about, she would dare venture out into the world of the living.
Her heart sank as she thought about her family back home. She grew nervous, yet a strong sense of adrenaline rushed through her blood stream. If she could survive another year with them, then there was no stopping her. No longer wold she have to be considered like the inferior.
