Skye fingered a tassel of her ski hat when her school came into view. She had picked up breakfast, she was a horrible cook, and now she wasn't sure she wanted to go back to school. Oh great, now I'm falling into peer pressure. Remember who you are! Skye mentally encouraged herself. Taking a deep breath Skye walked towards the school. She would be either on time or fashionably late. Either one worked for her. What was the use in being early? She didn't have very many friends and she found talking cumbersome. She wanted some action, or at least to meet someone new.
Skye pushed her bangs from her stunning emerald eyes. She was having a mental block on where to go first. But she was saved by that the bell didn't ring at all. Ah. Early. Not bad. She shrugged and listened to her own heart racing. The first day of a new school year was always nerve racking.
"Breathe. N'oubliez pas de respirer." Skye reminded herself out loud. She sometimes found herself light headed from lack of oxygen when nervous. Shaking her hair out of her eyes, Skye entered the school while her mind began racing. She had completely forgotten about guys.
"Oh non! Comment pourrais-je oublier?!" Skye rambled to herself in French. Sometimes she found herself slipping into her native language when she was very nervous. Skye glanced at a few nearby guys before turning away towards the clock. This hadn't been how she imagined her first day.
French:
'Breathe. Don't forget to breathe.'
'Oh no! How could I forget?!'
Clothes:
Same as before (I'm too lazy to repost them at the moment)
Notes:
Skye's so cute ♥
Skye pushed her bangs from her stunning emerald eyes. She was having a mental block on where to go first. But she was saved by that the bell didn't ring at all. Ah. Early. Not bad. She shrugged and listened to her own heart racing. The first day of a new school year was always nerve racking.
"Breathe. N'oubliez pas de respirer." Skye reminded herself out loud. She sometimes found herself light headed from lack of oxygen when nervous. Shaking her hair out of her eyes, Skye entered the school while her mind began racing. She had completely forgotten about guys.
"Oh non! Comment pourrais-je oublier?!" Skye rambled to herself in French. Sometimes she found herself slipping into her native language when she was very nervous. Skye glanced at a few nearby guys before turning away towards the clock. This hadn't been how she imagined her first day.
French:
'Breathe. Don't forget to breathe.'
'Oh no! How could I forget?!'
Clothes:
Same as before (I'm too lazy to repost them at the moment)
Notes:
Skye's so cute ♥