Post by Cinder Maebell Lynn on May 18, 2012 1:05:24 GMT -5
Cinder walked into her cabin, humming to the tune of Bubbly by Colbie Calliat. She was fond of the song. It wasn't to slow, not to fast, not Screamo, not some random ''ANDTHATBREAKUPHURTSOBADDD!'' song (gosh, there were a lot of those), and it was just fun. It reminded her of herself; bubbly and energetic. Thinking about it, Colbie Calliat looked dangerously like that counselor, Winifred Pallo. She wondered if they were related somehow.
The dark girl almost cringed at the sight of her bed. Okay, she did cringe at the sight of her bed. But what over-the-top perfectionist wouldn't? It had the sheets messed up, the pillows on the ground and her luggage dumped on it, sprawling brightly-colored clothes all over her twin-sized bed. She knew what had happened. Heather Landon had happened.
They had a healthy banter thing going, where Heather would pick on Cinder and Cinder wouldn't do anything. Ah, good times... anyway, this had been happening for the past few months. It wasn't an ''I hate you,'' thing. It was more of a ''haha! Got ya!'' sort of thing. The daughter of Iris didn't really mind, just picking up whatever was thrown at her right as it came. She was good at that.
In fact, she rarely got angry. The only time she had at camp, she had smacked Emiley Lee Garden across the face then screamed at her. She only ever reacted when someone pushed her off the edge, and she had (not telling you why). Thankfully, no one had seen Cinder in this awful state, as it had taken place in the woods, away from everyone.
With a slight grin, Cinder sat down, picking up her things. ''Nice, try, Heather.'' She said playfully, knowing the girl was around somewhere. Lurking. Waiting for Cinder to get mad. Now, she wouldn't show it then, but the perfectionist had a plan. A very good one that she would have to convince Em -- one of her besties -- to help her pull off in the near future. But for now she bided her time.
That always works, right?
The dark girl almost cringed at the sight of her bed. Okay, she did cringe at the sight of her bed. But what over-the-top perfectionist wouldn't? It had the sheets messed up, the pillows on the ground and her luggage dumped on it, sprawling brightly-colored clothes all over her twin-sized bed. She knew what had happened. Heather Landon had happened.
They had a healthy banter thing going, where Heather would pick on Cinder and Cinder wouldn't do anything. Ah, good times... anyway, this had been happening for the past few months. It wasn't an ''I hate you,'' thing. It was more of a ''haha! Got ya!'' sort of thing. The daughter of Iris didn't really mind, just picking up whatever was thrown at her right as it came. She was good at that.
In fact, she rarely got angry. The only time she had at camp, she had smacked Emiley Lee Garden across the face then screamed at her. She only ever reacted when someone pushed her off the edge, and she had (not telling you why). Thankfully, no one had seen Cinder in this awful state, as it had taken place in the woods, away from everyone.
With a slight grin, Cinder sat down, picking up her things. ''Nice, try, Heather.'' She said playfully, knowing the girl was around somewhere. Lurking. Waiting for Cinder to get mad. Now, she wouldn't show it then, but the perfectionist had a plan. A very good one that she would have to convince Em -- one of her besties -- to help her pull off in the near future. But for now she bided her time.
That always works, right?