ObsideanWarrior
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Dramatis Personae
Sharon Kelly
18, Caucasian Female
Long blonde hair, blue eyes (wears glasses), medium build
C-cup
Dressed in short blue skirt with white and blue blouse, hair tied back in a ponytail, sneakers on her feet.
The auditions for the state band championships were next week, and Sharon was determined to get it right. Her chosen instrument was the flute, and she had considerable talent. The clock on the wall read 3:37 and still she practiced, playing everything from classical pieces to more modern fare. The lilting notes echoed in the empty room, off the desks and the barely-ajar door to the storage closet.
The girl decided she would practice until 4. She could have taken the flute home, but she preferred the solitude of the room. Home was not a peaceful place for Sharon, as her mother nagged incessantly over whatever came to mind. At times, the nagging degenerated into outright shouting...too often these days. But here in the band room after school, there was peace. For the moment anyway.
The thread is open for company for Sharon...possibly some of the local riffraff from the remedial classes, or maybe even a non-student.
Sharon Kelly
18, Caucasian Female
Long blonde hair, blue eyes (wears glasses), medium build
C-cup
Dressed in short blue skirt with white and blue blouse, hair tied back in a ponytail, sneakers on her feet.
The auditions for the state band championships were next week, and Sharon was determined to get it right. Her chosen instrument was the flute, and she had considerable talent. The clock on the wall read 3:37 and still she practiced, playing everything from classical pieces to more modern fare. The lilting notes echoed in the empty room, off the desks and the barely-ajar door to the storage closet.
The girl decided she would practice until 4. She could have taken the flute home, but she preferred the solitude of the room. Home was not a peaceful place for Sharon, as her mother nagged incessantly over whatever came to mind. At times, the nagging degenerated into outright shouting...too often these days. But here in the band room after school, there was peace. For the moment anyway.
The thread is open for company for Sharon...possibly some of the local riffraff from the remedial classes, or maybe even a non-student.