Pumpkin Pasty wrote:(ill rp
thank goodness! i though this died)
Stellaluna Crystal Dawn Night awoke from her peaceful beauty sleep- that was ruined by her mother yelling something at her in Greek. "Nai Mitera!" Stella called too her mother, which meant 'Yes Mother', Stella was explaining that she was awake.
She got up groggily and looked in her full length mirror, he hair was sticking in all directions, she looked pale, and ... managed to look smelly. With a sigh Stella walked back to her bed and fixed the covers, then she brought the clothes she was going to wear for the day ...
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... and headed for the shower.
After a nice hot shower, she smelt normal, and her hair was glossy too - that is after a good brushing. "Okay... Clothes, shoes, glasses? No... Moisturiser (spelling?) and lipgloss, then I'm ready." She though aloud to herself.
She applied some moisturiser (and tanning moisturiser to not look so pale), then some of her favourite peach scented lipgloss and skipped down to breakfast...
Her mother tut-tut-tuttered at Stella when she came in. It was 11:26, time for 'Brunch' as Stellas Mother would call it. "Kai giati eisai toso arga Stella-Bella-Boo?" Stellas mother smiled, saying 'And why are you so late Stella-Bella-Boo?', she smiled like she was looking at a 6 year old, instead of her 16 year old daughter.
"Ahh! Mum! Must you?" Stella asked, her face growing pink.
"Nai." Her Mother replied cheekily. (Nai in this sense meaning Yes)
"Gah." Stella sighed, and picked up some toast with peach jam and cheese ontop. Drinking it with peach and mango raro. "Om nom nom." Stella muttered sarcasticly (spelling?) to herself.
When she finished her... Brunch, she headed for her bedroom. It was an ensuite -which meant it had its own bathroom- and to top it off, she also had her own balcony. Yes all of this may have seemed really flash. But it wasn't. With her parents not being able to speak English properly, and growing up in Greece, loosing all of their money coming here... They hadn't much... Much of anything.
Stella nibbled her lip at the thought, money, education, work... It was all disasterous... (spelling?) The only tthing that could calm her at this moment was her balcony, if you would call it that. It was more of a 2x2 meter black material -that was half covered in that white mossy stuff (lichen is it?)- that covered the front entrance of the house.
Stella sat there, in her usual place, on the very edge of the balcony, and looked out over the ghetto as looking street. She sighed, inhaling cigarette from some teens from the opposite house. Some of the boy looked at her. Stellas cheeks when rosy pink again, as she averted her eyes.
After a moment of peacefulness she took out a book. It was Lord of the Nutcracker Men, it was a boring book for her, but most of the boys in her class found it spectacular: A little boy named Johnny was given Nutcracker Men every odd week by his father, who was fighting in the first world war. Whenever Johnny played with the wooden soldiers, that's what would happen in the war. 'Disgusting.' Stella thought. 'That would be horrible!' "Just horrible!" She continued her though out loud.
Stella folded her knees up to her chin, pulling her arms around her paler-than-the-usual-American (are we in America?) legs. Looking over the street again she noticed someone, peering up at her. (thudnsam, thats your carrie =D)
(i think thats the most i've ever written (correct grammar?) in a post (not including pms...)
(now....?)
sorry if I confused you/didn't make it clear)
