Post by Bobbi Rianne Koester on Apr 25, 2012 22:23:05 GMT -5
Recently, Bobbi Koester had fallen into a funk of waking up super early in the morning, much to her dismay. She was one of those girls that needs her beauty sleep unless you want her to be a complete bitch for the rest of the day...well, not that Bobbi wasn't really like that anyway. But still.
Instead of lying in bed and looking up at the ceiling for an hour or so before getting up for a surf or swim, Bobbi got out of bed immediately once she opened her eyes. She quickly threw on some old shirt she had dug out of her closet a few days ago and a pair of jeans. It was amazing how sometimes she found random clothes in the back of her closet she had either forgotten about or never known existed before. But that was what happened when your mother sent you clothes from California every month. It really was sweet, that Jasmine did that. Although Bobbi and Jasmine's relationship was more intern/boss than mother/daughter, they still had their own little ways of showing each other they cared. Sometimes, Jasmine sent her incense and aromatic little candles, knowing they helped Bobbi calm down. Yes, she easily got high-strung and stressed.
Throwing her sunny blond hair into a loose bun, letting a few strands fall out and frame her face, Bobbi inspected herself in the mirror. Her skin was clear, her hair looked okay, and her clothes weren't ugly or anything. Slipping into a pair of flip-flops, despite the fact that it wasn't the warmest outside, Bobbi stepped out of her cabin and started walking towards one of her few places at camp that she liked. That place was the beach.
Oh, the beach. Although this one completely sucked compared to Malibu's high, perfect waves and ever-present sunny rays, it would do until she could get back to California for the summer. At least there was a place here where she could surf. It could always be worse.
Instead of bringing her surfboard and wearing a swimsuit underneath her clothes as she usually did, Bobbi decided to take a simple walk down the beach and back. There was nothing harmful about that, right? She'd be alone, with only her thoughts, the way she liked it.
But she wasn't going to be alone with just her thoughts after all.
Words: Three hundred and ninety-seven.
Muse: Overflowing.
Notes: First Bobbi post! And I'm sure someone will want to swim or walk on the beach at like six in the morning... x.x
Outfit: Click!
Tags: Open!