|The Immortal Decision
Author: ZombieBunnyLaugh PM
Katia is just a normal 1,599 year old girl who has pledged to be a good little purebred. Though her family could care less.So when she starts to succumb to her family's ways, will she end up breaking her precious vow.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Words: 398 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Published: 03-20-12 - id: 3006688
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A thin ray of sunlight, from between the shades, shone on her burned.Slightly. Yet it was still enough pain to wake her cracked open her golden eyes and lay in the sick pleasure she was getting from the sat up and blocked the light completely so it only hit her side.
She slowly surveyed her was .Love, she thought, It was supposed to be the color of it's the color of blood. the color of the substance that stained her teeth after a meal. Or the shade that covers your clothes when you rip into a b... She thoughts were getting too graphic. She shook her head and smiled. today was her first day of school.Normal was only supposed to think happy got out of bed and walked to her closet. Her red...red... nightie flowed behind her.
She opened her closet and smiled even looks like going back to school shopping a week before wasn't a total she was still faced with the decision of what to was normal school. she had to look normal. But not to she definitely couldn't wear what she used to wear to school. Not at all. She scanned through her hangers and hangers of blouses,capris and jeans. Then she found it.
THE outfit. One she paired together weeks 100% tight elastic shirt that hugged her curves. Paired with a mini plaid shirt with puffed up shoulders and 3 buttons. It was made specifically to cover her chest area and nothing more. It all ran down into a solid colored skirt with a shaggy fringe and a slit here or there. It was topped off with a a pair of her black was her own special that were also , that oufit was going to get her labled a goth. But that was the point. It wasn't too normal. The only down side was that the outfit was all different shades of red. She soon vowed to get a different favorite color.
She slowly strode over to her vanity. There, she shook out her hair with her blonde wisps in her fists. She applied bubblegum pink lipstick, some mascara, ruby eye shadow, but no blush. Her cheeks were still rosy despite her lifelessness.
She put her books in her bag, gave her style some final touches, and slowly proceeded down the steps for level 2.