After-School Special ((Jacqueline)) « Thread Started on Mar 14, 2008, 9:17pm »
Claire leaned against a dirty school wall as other students walked out towards the doors and the rain. It had been raining ever since she had woken up this morning, and although Claire usually enjoyed it-one had to enjoy rain to live in Forks-today it was making her feel glum.
She twirled her bright purple around, occaisionally hitting it against her clunky black boots that came up to the hemline of her filmy green skirt. Cleaning her nails on her lacy black sweater, Claire looked in the crowds for Jacqueline.
Re: After-School Special ((Jacqueline)) « Reply #1 on Mar 14, 2008, 9:44pm »
Jacqueline sighed softly as she slowly put her precious, old copy of ‘Withering Heights’ in her dark, leather bag and closed it carefully. She put the bag on her shoulder and gently pushed the locker door with the back of her hand, trying not to make any noise as though not to attract attention, yet not entirely succeeding.
She shook her head and walked gracefully through the high school hallway. She could certainly notice by now, that people seemed to turn and take a look back at her own self, and though it happened a millennium of times, she couldn’t suppress a smile.
“It never gets old,” she whispered to herself with a low chuckle, as she winked at a nearby young boy, who she thought was most definitely attractive. He blushed furiously and probably felt amazingly great for being noticed by such a woman.
She wasn’t wearing something extravagant today, yet she still managed to look chic and elegant, while still being comfortable. A small, blue French hat was situated on her fragile, yet flawless top, while she wore a woven sweater that matched the French styled hat. Her long, slim legs wore dark denim jeans and beautiful, dark, elegant shoes. She looked petite, yet perfect in every way, as her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and her ivory face still held a smile. //Outfit here//
She noticed someone rather familiar, leaning on a wall in the hallway, and she laughed, throwing a set of keys at her sister, Clarisse.
“You’re driving the Jeep; I’m in not mood of doing anything today, except something fun, and no skiing or rock-climbing, I hate those things,” she stated and gave her a small, sisterly hug, before turning around and gazing at the students who seemed to be leaving the school in a hurry.
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