Post by Frida Feldt on Jan 20, 2012 6:59:26 GMT 1
Lunch time. Frida sighed happily as she entered the cafeteria, smelling what hopefully promised to be a good meal. Her black bag was slung over one shoulder, the strap going across her chest and between her breasts. She was wearing blue that day. A royal blue blouse over jeans with tan boots. Her striped, colorful, shawl was draped over the blouse, keeping her warm. Electric blue eye makeup finished the look, its bright color bringing out the purple hue of her eyes. Her hair was straightened that day and left to hang. The Monroe piercing that kept her demon power in check glistened in the light.
She walked towards the line and began looking through the food. She was not a picky eater, but she found that if she ate too much she got terrible stomach aches. That forced her to be a bit choosier with what she ate. What looked the most tantalizing? Definitely the pizza. She took a slice, slathered with pineapple and ‘Canadian bacon’ (which was really just ham, wasn’t it?), added a bowl of chocolate pudding, and then began looking for an empty place to sit. It was pretty packed already. Maybe she shouldn’t have stayed after class to talk to her science professor.
Frida smiled. She wasn’t happy. The truth was, she was very lonely. She’d spent Freshman year hanging out with a small group of guys. Pan, Val, and Bert. Pan no longer went to Styrewood. She didn’t know why, but his father had come and pulled him one week into the new school year. And Val and Bert had decided they were too cool for her now. Or something. They probably just realized she wouldn’t sleep with them, and Pan was really the glue to their friendship anyway. She hung with them because Pan did.
Now what? Frida was alone. Frida didn’t like being alone. The halfling gazed around the room confidently, but in her mind she was trembling. With no hesitation, she walked directly towards an empty table and sat. Alone. By herself. She didn’t like it. She was miserable. But she was the perfect image of contentment as she took her first bite out of the oddly sweet pizza. How much longer could she put up with this before she went insane from lack of stimulating contact? Frida was easily given to boredom. It was her worst enemy. It was going to be a long school year.
She walked towards the line and began looking through the food. She was not a picky eater, but she found that if she ate too much she got terrible stomach aches. That forced her to be a bit choosier with what she ate. What looked the most tantalizing? Definitely the pizza. She took a slice, slathered with pineapple and ‘Canadian bacon’ (which was really just ham, wasn’t it?), added a bowl of chocolate pudding, and then began looking for an empty place to sit. It was pretty packed already. Maybe she shouldn’t have stayed after class to talk to her science professor.
Frida smiled. She wasn’t happy. The truth was, she was very lonely. She’d spent Freshman year hanging out with a small group of guys. Pan, Val, and Bert. Pan no longer went to Styrewood. She didn’t know why, but his father had come and pulled him one week into the new school year. And Val and Bert had decided they were too cool for her now. Or something. They probably just realized she wouldn’t sleep with them, and Pan was really the glue to their friendship anyway. She hung with them because Pan did.
Now what? Frida was alone. Frida didn’t like being alone. The halfling gazed around the room confidently, but in her mind she was trembling. With no hesitation, she walked directly towards an empty table and sat. Alone. By herself. She didn’t like it. She was miserable. But she was the perfect image of contentment as she took her first bite out of the oddly sweet pizza. How much longer could she put up with this before she went insane from lack of stimulating contact? Frida was easily given to boredom. It was her worst enemy. It was going to be a long school year.