Post by admin on Jun 18, 2008 11:50:06 GMT -8
Eden had decided to take the day off from school. She'd thought it was such a wonderful day, and didn't see the point in wasting it on classwork. A good day for a trip, some sun. And best of all, she had an aunt who more than gladly loaned her car and some money for Eden to have a good day. Sometimes it was great to have a hippy guardian, who believed that spontaneous breaks were necessary to an abundant adolescence.
With a soft grin to nothing in particular, she stared up at the sunny sky. She loved the beach. The smell of the ocean, the caws of the seagulls, the warm sand beneath her feet... Ah, now this is what she called fun.
A part of her wished she'd brought her sketchpad with her, if only to sketch a nice memento, but for now she was enjoying herself, walking down the boardwalk in her swim suit, her hair swishing around her face in the soft ocean breeze. It was relaxing, a much-needed trip. Too much school made her a grump, as her aunt always said.
She glanced away from the sky when a few college age boys whistled at her and then guffawed loudly. You'd think they'd never seen a girl in a swim suit before. Geez. Oh, and look, here came one of them now.
Her eyes narrowing, she leveled him with a deathly glare, but he just kept on coming, until her was right next to her. And he had the audacity to wrap an arm around her shoulders. Ew. He was all sweaty.
"'Ey, Morticia," he said with a slight slur, most likely referring to her dyed hair and black attire. Idiot. "Someone as pale as you shouldn't be in sunlight. Why don't ya go back to yer coffin before ya catch on fire."
He laughed like he was the funniest thing in the world.
Eden's glare darkened. "Why don't you crawl back under a hole you drunkard?"
There was a glint of anger in his eyes and his arm tightened around her shoulders. "Ain't my fault ya look like a corpse, baby?"
"Ain't my fault your face looks like someone set it on fire and then put the flames out with a shovel," she replied in a mock-sweet voice.
Oh, burn!
Definitely didn't go over too well if the arm that slid from her shoulder to a chokehold was any indicator. Sometimes, she actually liked to breath, thank you very much. And sometimes, she really hated boys...
With a soft grin to nothing in particular, she stared up at the sunny sky. She loved the beach. The smell of the ocean, the caws of the seagulls, the warm sand beneath her feet... Ah, now this is what she called fun.
A part of her wished she'd brought her sketchpad with her, if only to sketch a nice memento, but for now she was enjoying herself, walking down the boardwalk in her swim suit, her hair swishing around her face in the soft ocean breeze. It was relaxing, a much-needed trip. Too much school made her a grump, as her aunt always said.
She glanced away from the sky when a few college age boys whistled at her and then guffawed loudly. You'd think they'd never seen a girl in a swim suit before. Geez. Oh, and look, here came one of them now.
Her eyes narrowing, she leveled him with a deathly glare, but he just kept on coming, until her was right next to her. And he had the audacity to wrap an arm around her shoulders. Ew. He was all sweaty.
"'Ey, Morticia," he said with a slight slur, most likely referring to her dyed hair and black attire. Idiot. "Someone as pale as you shouldn't be in sunlight. Why don't ya go back to yer coffin before ya catch on fire."
He laughed like he was the funniest thing in the world.
Eden's glare darkened. "Why don't you crawl back under a hole you drunkard?"
There was a glint of anger in his eyes and his arm tightened around her shoulders. "Ain't my fault ya look like a corpse, baby?"
"Ain't my fault your face looks like someone set it on fire and then put the flames out with a shovel," she replied in a mock-sweet voice.
Oh, burn!
Definitely didn't go over too well if the arm that slid from her shoulder to a chokehold was any indicator. Sometimes, she actually liked to breath, thank you very much. And sometimes, she really hated boys...