[I'm new and stuff. =/ So my posts will kinda suck. Badly. And thank you, people for reminding me in those PMs. *doh*]
Everything was awful. Everything was shattering, around a young girl named Riyako. She lost her boyfriend to some slut, and her parents hated her. She lived with her boyfriend, or well, used to. She never lived at home. Her parents would abuse her. Her home now was an old factory, with a matress on the floor. Huge glass windows were placed upon the cold stone walls; most of them broken.
And it was the beginning of autumn.
This girl was 18 years old. Thin, and standing at around 5'2" in height. She looked around 15 years of age. Her breasts weren't big; a little under medium. She wore her hair down. It was brown and blonde, with a black bow to the side of her head. Her hair was kind of choppy looking, a slightly cute manner. Her bangs swept over her right eye.
Her eyes were emerald green, and lined with black eyeliner. Her lips were a light pink, and her nails were coated with a clear polish.
She wore a white tanktop, and green short shorts; quite short. Also, she wore white socks and untied shoes. On her wrists were a few bangles.
The 18 year old girl sat on the cold floor, her knees hugged tightly to her chest. Her chin rested on her knees, as her tongue flicked over her bracelets. She had stopped crying about an hour ago. Riyako accepted that she was alone. She could find a way out of this, though; maybe she'd meet someone who could teach her the world.
She picked up her head, and looked around. She sighed. What a waste of life, to be sitting in this dusty, abandonned factory alone. Riyako felt as though all the creeps came to hang out here, but she hasn't run into anyone but a rat. She hoped no one would stalk her in the night, or worse. Her mind always seemed to wander, making her somewhat paranoid. But, if anyone did come, she'd fight for her life.
If they were trying to take it from her.
Everything was awful. Everything was shattering, around a young girl named Riyako. She lost her boyfriend to some slut, and her parents hated her. She lived with her boyfriend, or well, used to. She never lived at home. Her parents would abuse her. Her home now was an old factory, with a matress on the floor. Huge glass windows were placed upon the cold stone walls; most of them broken.
And it was the beginning of autumn.
This girl was 18 years old. Thin, and standing at around 5'2" in height. She looked around 15 years of age. Her breasts weren't big; a little under medium. She wore her hair down. It was brown and blonde, with a black bow to the side of her head. Her hair was kind of choppy looking, a slightly cute manner. Her bangs swept over her right eye.
Her eyes were emerald green, and lined with black eyeliner. Her lips were a light pink, and her nails were coated with a clear polish.
She wore a white tanktop, and green short shorts; quite short. Also, she wore white socks and untied shoes. On her wrists were a few bangles.
The 18 year old girl sat on the cold floor, her knees hugged tightly to her chest. Her chin rested on her knees, as her tongue flicked over her bracelets. She had stopped crying about an hour ago. Riyako accepted that she was alone. She could find a way out of this, though; maybe she'd meet someone who could teach her the world.
She picked up her head, and looked around. She sighed. What a waste of life, to be sitting in this dusty, abandonned factory alone. Riyako felt as though all the creeps came to hang out here, but she hasn't run into anyone but a rat. She hoped no one would stalk her in the night, or worse. Her mind always seemed to wander, making her somewhat paranoid. But, if anyone did come, she'd fight for her life.
If they were trying to take it from her.
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