Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2013 18:39:45 GMT -5
Faye walked down the Halls of Beacon Hills High School, not having a exact location in mind to spend her free period. She walked passed a group of people laughing, but only heard the distorted sounds of a mass of volumes varying up and down as she walked past them. She began feeling a bit light headed and stumbled into the bathroom. Her vision blurred as she made her way to the sink, seeing her face in the mirror. She had been using too much magic, egged on my her possessive mother she kept going deeper and deeper into the craft, while still keeping it a secret from everyone close to her. She opened her bag and pulled out a small orange bottle. She twisted the cap off and dumped a couple pills into her hand. She tossed them into her mouth, placing the bottle back into the purse before staring at herself in the mirror.
She was wearing a new denim top, a shirt with cut off shoulders, there was a belt strapped across her waist on the outer of her shirt, and had the whole outfit tied together with a pair of black skinny jeans, that showed off her legs, her feet were adorned with black heels that made her even taller than she already was. She reached out and touched the cool knob, twisting it until a spray of water began rushing from the faucet. She splashed some water on her face and began to fix her hair. She took a thick, especially long strand and braided it all the way down, before running the braid across her head and clipping it to the other side. The look suited her so she left it, turning the faucet off she grabbed her bag from the counter and accidently tipped it, spilling her wallet and pencils onto the floor.
She leaned down and retrieved the pencils, shoving them into the purse before picking up the wallet. Faye rose to her feet, her eyes glued to the picture in the front of her wallet. It was a faded, gray, bent picture of her father, the last one she had taken of him before his untimely death. "How could you leave me here, with a crazy woman who wants me to do her witchy bidding for her?" she whispered her herself, wiping away the tears that began forming at her eyes. She shoved the wallet back into her purse and wiped her eyes before quickly reapplying her mascara and eyeliner.
She grabbed her bag and walked to the door, pulling it open and stepping out of the bathroom. She turned and bumped into a figure, someone she hadn't yet gotten to see that day, and they just choose a wrong time to get in her way. "Hey! Watch where you're going, kid!" she growled, angrily as she straightened her shirt. She looked up into the eyes that were staring back at her, "Are you looking at something?" she asked with a sassy attitude,