Post by RACHELLE SELENA SCOTT on Dec 31, 2010 1:31:12 GMT
Rachelle Selena Scott
She walked into the garden covered by a white blanket with red rose in her hand. The flower had been bought with the money she had luckily found on the ground. Rachelle stared down at the pretty petals forming the flower in between her fingers. Eyes were big and bright as she admired the beauty she held so close to her sweet face. Around that face with pink cheeks the cold air gave her, her hair stirred as the a breeze blew pass. Again this week, she had not bothered brushing her hair out of knots. Her hair might be a mess under that wool hat, but her make-up had been put on with some proper care. Two necklaces hung from her neck which had been pulled out from under the thick purple wool sweater she had put on earlier that day and a large number of bracelets encircled both her arms inside her sweater's sleeves. Each time she moved about, the jewelery made made a faint sound. And she liked it that way.
Her brother had disappeared from her again. Ahhh, he always seemed ill-tempered that guy. Oh well, she would just have to do without him. Still smiling her wide smile, she turned around and started walking. Her legs carried her into the middle of garden flower now dead in the winter time. The only flower with colour and beauty was held in her delicate hands. Rachelle let a hand fall away from her new precious to touch the snow on the bushes where she could have her fingers running through petals of flowers. It did not matter that there were none now, she had one in hand.
"Too bad there aren't many people who appreciate flowers," she said to the red rose. One might think her foolish if they saw her talking to the flower. However, this special girl had no cared of what thoughts people hard in the selfish heads. She loved her herself. She loved the brightness and colour of life. Nothing seemed to bother girl much. Rachelle might seem a little too... happy for her own good.
OCC: Sorry for suckiness