throw it away, forget yesterday. [ Taylor&Ryan ]

[cecelia]

Cecelia puts her palm to the glass, fingers eliciting the heat from her fingertips, to the coolness of the glass. She feels invincible, especially in the rain. Today, she decides, she got lucky.

It's hardly called "Drizzling" outdoors, because it's pouring - splashing mud about the grounds, drenching the earth in puddles of water. She smiles, knowingly, hiding in the Quality Quarters, perched on the window sill. It's barely comfortable, but Cecelia, being the not so rebellious/complaining type, pushes aside the thought, and crosses her legs, face pressed against the glass, to get a better view. She'd love to go outdoors, but as of recently, the only thing she can picture is her hair being ruined by the down pour.And she'd hate for that to happen.

So she sits, forlornly and pleadingly by the window, like a lost puppy looking into a deli. She sighs, the sound of rain drops lulling her into a peaceful silence, and thinks how nice it would be to have some company.

[taylormendez]

That Saturday afternoon Taylor found herself in the Quality Quarters. Why? Because many of her classmates could be found there. It was great place to find attention. Dressed in a faded denim mini, a pink, black and white stripped polo-t, and a pair of black jeweled flip flops Taylor Mendez stood in her own corner of the room. Her make up was simple that afternoon, nothing special just some mascara and lip gloss, after all there was no one to impress here.

As her head turned her softly curled hair moved around on her shoulders. She was getting bored and was now looking around the room for something new to do, someone else to talk to. Sighing, Taylor rolled her eyes. It was as she slouched against the wall that she noticed Cecelia sitting on the window sill. Sitting down on a chair beside the window sill now Taylor didn’t hesitate to begin speaking. “Hey Cecelia, what brings you to the Quailty Quarters?” Taylor asked simply.