Post by max on Oct 2, 2006 11:30:29 GMT -8
OoC: Little thing for my pillar position ^^ Feel free to join, anyone
"And that's exactly why we should help keep our school cafeteria clean."
Max looked over the black text submitted on a virtual piece of paper floating about in the computer screen in front of her, her fingers sat numbly on the steep digits that had been enjoying their little rest on the keyboard for the first time in the past half an hour and the younger girl was as well. Pushing her back into the chair, the wind pursuing a single strand of brown that had been placed between two single eyelashes and flicking it away, Max sighed. The warm air left a suave touch on her tiny pink lips as she swung the chair around and pushed the wheeled chair over to the opposing desk where another computer rest, a word document also open on this one.
She had been sitting in the same chair all morning during lunch break, it was agravating that there was absolutely nothing coming to mind to write about. Her first day as the Head of the School Newsletter, but things weren't exactly going along pretty smooth, especially her fingers. They were worn out and Max had to cut her nails twice so they wouldn't slip into the tiny openings between keys on the computer device, what in the school was interesting? She had already thrown out the story about the untidy cafeteria, the sudden break-ins of the girl's change room in the gym, and even the idea of a football team being essembled for the school and so on Max was brain-dead. It was her first day sitting in the editor's office, and all she got was blank.
The door was left timidly open, the letters spelt backwards on the tempered glass from inside the room, three desks all put enlined with each other to make a box short of one wall sat waiting to be occupid by the lone writer, and three computers, a telephone, and a cold cup of coffee. The coffee cold of course because Max hadn't taken one sip yet since she arrived at 5:30 that morning with the brown drink, since she didn't exactly drink coffee. A cute navy blue halter top rest on her well-shaped little frame with a purple and gold beaded scarf hanging down from her neck and jeans hugging the legs of the short girl, biting on one of her uneven nails Max sat boringly in the chair waiting for something to pop up.
"And that's exactly why we should help keep our school cafeteria clean."
Max looked over the black text submitted on a virtual piece of paper floating about in the computer screen in front of her, her fingers sat numbly on the steep digits that had been enjoying their little rest on the keyboard for the first time in the past half an hour and the younger girl was as well. Pushing her back into the chair, the wind pursuing a single strand of brown that had been placed between two single eyelashes and flicking it away, Max sighed. The warm air left a suave touch on her tiny pink lips as she swung the chair around and pushed the wheeled chair over to the opposing desk where another computer rest, a word document also open on this one.
She had been sitting in the same chair all morning during lunch break, it was agravating that there was absolutely nothing coming to mind to write about. Her first day as the Head of the School Newsletter, but things weren't exactly going along pretty smooth, especially her fingers. They were worn out and Max had to cut her nails twice so they wouldn't slip into the tiny openings between keys on the computer device, what in the school was interesting? She had already thrown out the story about the untidy cafeteria, the sudden break-ins of the girl's change room in the gym, and even the idea of a football team being essembled for the school and so on Max was brain-dead. It was her first day sitting in the editor's office, and all she got was blank.
The door was left timidly open, the letters spelt backwards on the tempered glass from inside the room, three desks all put enlined with each other to make a box short of one wall sat waiting to be occupid by the lone writer, and three computers, a telephone, and a cold cup of coffee. The coffee cold of course because Max hadn't taken one sip yet since she arrived at 5:30 that morning with the brown drink, since she didn't exactly drink coffee. A cute navy blue halter top rest on her well-shaped little frame with a purple and gold beaded scarf hanging down from her neck and jeans hugging the legs of the short girl, biting on one of her uneven nails Max sat boringly in the chair waiting for something to pop up.