Post by sommer queen ; on Dec 28, 2007 16:12:15 GMT -5
sommer queen ,
Sommer was never the life of the party. Unlike the normal socialite, she didn't even like parties. She was sitting at an outdoor table at the Cup of Joe, writing a paper for school. It was a weekend, and the paper wasn't due a week later, but she still felt like getting a paragraph or so done. Of course, she wasn't alone and helpless. She had her best mind-simulating friend with her, a cup of Guatemala Antiqua in front of her, occasionally taking sips. These were the kinds of days she liked alone. She was, of course, in a public area, but she could still sit there and not be acknowledged by anyone. She liked it that way most of the time. And anyone who knew her and saw her in public knew that. If someone from school ever said 'hello' to her, she would just shrug it off instead of starting a casual conversation. After all, they had five days in a week to talk to her; they didn't need to take up her other two days by bugging her.[/font][/color][/blockquote]
'Holden repetitively calls everyone around him phony. Whether it's hypocrisy or him being oblivious, he is merely finding himself in other people.'
She wrote in a slightly cursive style, neater than her normal manuscript. She wasn't quite the perfectionist when it came to handwriting, but all the same, she cared about at least making it look as good as it can look. She kept the size of her letters consistent, and double-spaced the writing. She liked things to look pretty. Maybe that was one of the reasons she was brutally honest to most people. She wanted them to at least correct themselves... that is, until after they were done crying their heart out in the girls' bathrooms and bitching several times about how Sommer had no heart. But it wasn't really like she cared about what other people thought; not as much as they cared about what Sommer thought.
However elegant her handwriting looked and her actual paper sounded, she looked pretty informal right there & in person. Her golden hair wasn't in its normal loose summer curls. Underneath her boyfriend button-up was a white bikini top, and below the waist she sported olive green bermuda shorts. Her normal foot attire was a pair of white flip-flops, and that was her choice today. She was planning to go swimming later on, but for now, she had some good thinking to do. It was like her 'me' time. Well, every second was pretty much her 'me' time, but with other people who rambled on that she hardly listened to.
