Post by maddiefingmatthews on Mar 1, 2010 18:44:43 GMT -5
Hazel eyes stare around with bewilderment. Unbelievable. This place was huge. She continued to walk, her gait rather slow. She was tall and skinny. Overly tall for a girl anyways, about 5'10. She was all legs though, her torso was short and tiny. She was the average size on the chest area from someone her size, though she hid her petite body under a giant sweater.
A green and red sweater, like an ugly Christmas one. Her gait grew faster, black UGG boots on her large feet. She hated her feet, she was always tripping over herself, she was the 'natural grace' in action. She mumbled under her breathe, "Do you believe you can dream about whats going to happen?" She had the tendency to mumble pointless questions, answers and sentences too herself.
She stopped for a moment, fiddling with the lighter in her back pocket. Her jeans fit her slim body ever so perfectly. She looked around again, the hallway seemed to empty for her tastes. She let a shrill squeal escaped her lips, it was so high pitched, no one probably heard it. Madeline was frustrated. She hated being alone in strange places.
He could be waiting for her. What if she was really sleeping? Was being at the detention facilitates a dream? Was killing her parents a nightmare? "DAMN YOU FREDDY KRUEGER!" She yelled, lighting a cigarette after her little outburst. She didn't know if smoking was allowed, or even having a lighter was. At this point she could get away with it in this empty hallway.
She looked around, starting to walk once more. "Hello?!" She yelled, her eyes curious now, with a hint of paranoia.
A green and red sweater, like an ugly Christmas one. Her gait grew faster, black UGG boots on her large feet. She hated her feet, she was always tripping over herself, she was the 'natural grace' in action. She mumbled under her breathe, "Do you believe you can dream about whats going to happen?" She had the tendency to mumble pointless questions, answers and sentences too herself.
She stopped for a moment, fiddling with the lighter in her back pocket. Her jeans fit her slim body ever so perfectly. She looked around again, the hallway seemed to empty for her tastes. She let a shrill squeal escaped her lips, it was so high pitched, no one probably heard it. Madeline was frustrated. She hated being alone in strange places.
He could be waiting for her. What if she was really sleeping? Was being at the detention facilitates a dream? Was killing her parents a nightmare? "DAMN YOU FREDDY KRUEGER!" She yelled, lighting a cigarette after her little outburst. She didn't know if smoking was allowed, or even having a lighter was. At this point she could get away with it in this empty hallway.
She looked around, starting to walk once more. "Hello?!" She yelled, her eyes curious now, with a hint of paranoia.