Post by raelin on Aug 17, 2007 17:16:23 GMT -5
Most purebloods don't have iPods. Most purebloods don't even know what an iPod is. Raelin knew; she had muggle friends. Wondering out into a store one day she bought one, a shiny black thing that could play music through head phones. It was a wonder what people could come up with. She had taken it to a friends house, a muggle, and put music on it, whatever he had on his computer at the time. Her play list ranged from Paramore to Garth Brooks, Usher to Nickelback, and much more. Although, her friend would never admit to listening to half of the songs, blaming his sister for them.
It was after classes and after dinner where Raelin wandered into the abandoned muggle electronics room. She flopped down on one of the couches and turned on mister rodger. It had to have a name, didn't it? Everything she owned had a name. Her house was Sally, because it was a pink color that reminded her of a girl. Her trunk was Leyna, a pretty name her heard from her parents.
Most people would call the girl nuts, but to her, her family and friends, she was cool. Indeed, a cool sixteen year old girl who named things that belonged to her. She really didn’t understand why more people didn’t do it in the first place. That was you would know it was your own, so if someone took it you could call it by it’s name.
Most people aren’t genius’s, she supposed.
She played a whole CD of Paramore and still, no one joined her. Bored of herself, Raelin got up and skipped over to one of the computers, wiggling the mouse to bring it to life. She explored the music, finding new songs that seemed to fancy her. After a while, a list was made, and even more songs made their way to mister rodger.
Satisfied, she shut the monitor off, skipping back over to the couch at flopping down on it. Raelin was clad in blue jeans and a yellow tank with yellow chucks, a comfortable attire for the evening. Her eyes closed for a brief moment, but opened suddenly when a bright light flashed her closed lids when someone entered the room.
It was after classes and after dinner where Raelin wandered into the abandoned muggle electronics room. She flopped down on one of the couches and turned on mister rodger. It had to have a name, didn't it? Everything she owned had a name. Her house was Sally, because it was a pink color that reminded her of a girl. Her trunk was Leyna, a pretty name her heard from her parents.
Most people would call the girl nuts, but to her, her family and friends, she was cool. Indeed, a cool sixteen year old girl who named things that belonged to her. She really didn’t understand why more people didn’t do it in the first place. That was you would know it was your own, so if someone took it you could call it by it’s name.
Most people aren’t genius’s, she supposed.
She played a whole CD of Paramore and still, no one joined her. Bored of herself, Raelin got up and skipped over to one of the computers, wiggling the mouse to bring it to life. She explored the music, finding new songs that seemed to fancy her. After a while, a list was made, and even more songs made their way to mister rodger.
Satisfied, she shut the monitor off, skipping back over to the couch at flopping down on it. Raelin was clad in blue jeans and a yellow tank with yellow chucks, a comfortable attire for the evening. Her eyes closed for a brief moment, but opened suddenly when a bright light flashed her closed lids when someone entered the room.
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