TheLoopyOne
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- Posted: Tue, 26 Sep 2006 14:25:40 +0000
((If you're not me or miss_moon_shine you're in the wrong place. The poll is for you lost people, to make you feel better.))
oo Sam stood with her back to the limo as driver pulled her luggage out of the boot, staring at the school with narrowed eyes. She tucked her bleached blonde hair behind her right ear, silently cursing her mother who insisted that her natural, light brown hair was the result of ancestral indiscretions of which they should all be ashamed. “The affluent should be of pure birth, Samantha, your hair is a glaring sign of a poorer past and should be hidden.” If Sam had had her way, she’d be all in black, dark purple and red clothes with her natural hair colour and lots of make up, mainly because it would make her mother turn all manner of colours. Instead, she stood with her straight back dressed in pleasant, pastel clothes with a small amount of eye make up and, in her mind, horrible straight blonde hair.
oo Driver carried her bags to her dorm room and she followed serenely behind him, glancing at her fellow students, a few of them were what her mother would call common but most of them seemed to be quite respectable. She knew, from her past schools, that her mothers view of the class system was warped and that she shouldn’t think to categorise people into ‘common’ and ‘respectable’ but after living with it for so long, Sam really couldn’t help herself. The common people were there to be employed and the respectable people were the employers, at least, so her mother would have her believe.
oo The room was quite small, at least, it wasn’t as big as her room at home, she saw two single beds and wondered if she’d have to share it with anyone. She started to unpack her wealth of beautiful clothes, placing them carefully into the wardrobe. She couldn’t settle if her room is anything but organised just so, even the maids at home weren’t allowed to move things in her room. Briefly she wondered if she’s be able to find some proper wood polish to make the furniture shine.
((sorry about the ever-decreaing paragraphs))
oo Sam stood with her back to the limo as driver pulled her luggage out of the boot, staring at the school with narrowed eyes. She tucked her bleached blonde hair behind her right ear, silently cursing her mother who insisted that her natural, light brown hair was the result of ancestral indiscretions of which they should all be ashamed. “The affluent should be of pure birth, Samantha, your hair is a glaring sign of a poorer past and should be hidden.” If Sam had had her way, she’d be all in black, dark purple and red clothes with her natural hair colour and lots of make up, mainly because it would make her mother turn all manner of colours. Instead, she stood with her straight back dressed in pleasant, pastel clothes with a small amount of eye make up and, in her mind, horrible straight blonde hair.
oo Driver carried her bags to her dorm room and she followed serenely behind him, glancing at her fellow students, a few of them were what her mother would call common but most of them seemed to be quite respectable. She knew, from her past schools, that her mothers view of the class system was warped and that she shouldn’t think to categorise people into ‘common’ and ‘respectable’ but after living with it for so long, Sam really couldn’t help herself. The common people were there to be employed and the respectable people were the employers, at least, so her mother would have her believe.
oo The room was quite small, at least, it wasn’t as big as her room at home, she saw two single beds and wondered if she’d have to share it with anyone. She started to unpack her wealth of beautiful clothes, placing them carefully into the wardrobe. She couldn’t settle if her room is anything but organised just so, even the maids at home weren’t allowed to move things in her room. Briefly she wondered if she’s be able to find some proper wood polish to make the furniture shine.
((sorry about the ever-decreaing paragraphs))
