Lady_Gamer
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Erica was an eighteen year old with behavior problems. One need only look at her to classify her as a punk - as if her outlandlishly askew and chopped hair wasn't enough, she sported red and purple highlights of a chaotic array on the otherwise raven tresses. Bright blue eyes burned under three eyebrow piercings, two on the outer edge of her left brow, the other on the right. Compared to the hooligans she associated with, the holes in her head were minimal - her ears weren't even riddled. Three horseshoe ear rings of descending gauge worked their way up her lobes, with a couple cartilage capture balls near the top bend of her ear.
This morning, the girl was being forced to return to school. As she poured herself a cup of coffee, she reminded herself how much she hated mornings. Her academic suspension had been more of a reward than a punishment - her father didn't keep tabs on her, so she had thoroughly enjoyed running wild in the night. It was almost tempting to blow off her classes in favor of much needed sleep. But with the school threatening her credits...well. It was her senior year and she had great grades, there was no reason to fail high school. It wasn't as if it would hurt anyone but her.
Resigned to her fate, the girl took her cup of java to go. She gave her father, step-mother, and step-brother (who sat at the table together sharing a family breakfast) a hateful glance on her way to the door.
Two years of living together hadn't brought Erica around. They had moved to a new town, settled into a nice house - the 'steps' didn't attempt to befriend the admittedly aggressive teenage girl (who, in all fairness to them, was rarely to never around). Her step-brother was of the same age, and was also a senior at their high school. Few people knew that they lived together - he certainly hadn't taken Erica's father's last name when his mother remarried.
She grabbed her skateboard and backpack on her way out. Her father had bought both of the kids their own vehicles, and even made the insurance payments on them. Erica refused the gift - and after a year of it just sitting there, it appeared that her father hoped she wouldn't be able to avoid the temptation forever. Glancing at the threatening sky, it would've been a good day to cave.
Erica wouldn't do it, of course. She'd rather show up to school looking like a drowned rat than give her father the satisfaction of taking the unappreciated present. She threw her skateboard onto the still dry sidewalk and hopped on as if she didn't have a care in the world.
She was nearly a mile away before she became concerned. A crack of lightning brightened the otherwise gray surroundings, followed by an immediate torrential downpour. Allowing her board to continue forward under its own power, she looked up briefly. The rain pelted her face, leaving a slight sting with their strikes. She merely soaked in the misery, failing to notice the car pulling up along the curb.
"Erica!" a familiar voice called out. She turned her attention towards the driver, who was shouting out the rolled down passenger window. "Would you like a ride?"
The board continued to make its way down the sidewalk, forcing the driver to idle to stay within range to hear her reply. She watched her step-brother with resentful eyes. "No, I'm doing fantastic on my own. As you can see."
"I can also see your nipples," he remarked matter of factly.
Erica glanced downwards. What an awesome day to wear white. Her thin bra did nothing to obscure the details her tank top was so willing to betray. She halted her progress and stomped on the back of her board, causing it to pop upwards to her waiting hand. She gave an exasperated sigh as she approached the passenger door, passing her board under the arm that held on to her coffee, so she could let herself in. Sweeping a hand under her pleated skirt as she seated herself, she took a moment to place her belongings before looking over at her step-brother. "Thanks," she said simply. It didn't seem that she was interested in creating a conversation over their current circumstances - she had always shown a distinct lack of interest in the young man. Erica looked forward and took a sip of her beverage, waiting for whatever the favorite might have to say to her. Perhaps he would silently take her to school - the two had never talked to each other, so it wouldn't be entirely unexpected.
Erica was an eighteen year old with behavior problems. One need only look at her to classify her as a punk - as if her outlandlishly askew and chopped hair wasn't enough, she sported red and purple highlights of a chaotic array on the otherwise raven tresses. Bright blue eyes burned under three eyebrow piercings, two on the outer edge of her left brow, the other on the right. Compared to the hooligans she associated with, the holes in her head were minimal - her ears weren't even riddled. Three horseshoe ear rings of descending gauge worked their way up her lobes, with a couple cartilage capture balls near the top bend of her ear.
This morning, the girl was being forced to return to school. As she poured herself a cup of coffee, she reminded herself how much she hated mornings. Her academic suspension had been more of a reward than a punishment - her father didn't keep tabs on her, so she had thoroughly enjoyed running wild in the night. It was almost tempting to blow off her classes in favor of much needed sleep. But with the school threatening her credits...well. It was her senior year and she had great grades, there was no reason to fail high school. It wasn't as if it would hurt anyone but her.
Resigned to her fate, the girl took her cup of java to go. She gave her father, step-mother, and step-brother (who sat at the table together sharing a family breakfast) a hateful glance on her way to the door.
Two years of living together hadn't brought Erica around. They had moved to a new town, settled into a nice house - the 'steps' didn't attempt to befriend the admittedly aggressive teenage girl (who, in all fairness to them, was rarely to never around). Her step-brother was of the same age, and was also a senior at their high school. Few people knew that they lived together - he certainly hadn't taken Erica's father's last name when his mother remarried.
She grabbed her skateboard and backpack on her way out. Her father had bought both of the kids their own vehicles, and even made the insurance payments on them. Erica refused the gift - and after a year of it just sitting there, it appeared that her father hoped she wouldn't be able to avoid the temptation forever. Glancing at the threatening sky, it would've been a good day to cave.
Erica wouldn't do it, of course. She'd rather show up to school looking like a drowned rat than give her father the satisfaction of taking the unappreciated present. She threw her skateboard onto the still dry sidewalk and hopped on as if she didn't have a care in the world.
She was nearly a mile away before she became concerned. A crack of lightning brightened the otherwise gray surroundings, followed by an immediate torrential downpour. Allowing her board to continue forward under its own power, she looked up briefly. The rain pelted her face, leaving a slight sting with their strikes. She merely soaked in the misery, failing to notice the car pulling up along the curb.
"Erica!" a familiar voice called out. She turned her attention towards the driver, who was shouting out the rolled down passenger window. "Would you like a ride?"
The board continued to make its way down the sidewalk, forcing the driver to idle to stay within range to hear her reply. She watched her step-brother with resentful eyes. "No, I'm doing fantastic on my own. As you can see."
"I can also see your nipples," he remarked matter of factly.
Erica glanced downwards. What an awesome day to wear white. Her thin bra did nothing to obscure the details her tank top was so willing to betray. She halted her progress and stomped on the back of her board, causing it to pop upwards to her waiting hand. She gave an exasperated sigh as she approached the passenger door, passing her board under the arm that held on to her coffee, so she could let herself in. Sweeping a hand under her pleated skirt as she seated herself, she took a moment to place her belongings before looking over at her step-brother. "Thanks," she said simply. It didn't seem that she was interested in creating a conversation over their current circumstances - she had always shown a distinct lack of interest in the young man. Erica looked forward and took a sip of her beverage, waiting for whatever the favorite might have to say to her. Perhaps he would silently take her to school - the two had never talked to each other, so it wouldn't be entirely unexpected.
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