Post by Sky Benson on Jan 29, 2007 17:48:04 GMT
Sky dumped her bag onto the counter in the empty girls bathroom and stared at her reflection in the mirror opposite. Her hair was a confusing windswept tangle of the blond and black; her nose was far too big in proportion to the rest of her face; her eyes were blood shot (a dead giveaway that she had had very little sleep the night before) and she could feel the beginnings of a spot surfacing on her forehead. Her sister would tell her she looked a mess, but that didn't bother Sky too much. She had given up trying to look as perfect as her mum and sister did quite a while ago: when your mum works as a model and your sister's all set to follow in her footsteps you just have to accept that your not going to be able to compare. She was far better off working with what she had, and focusing on her good points; she was quite slim, meaning that she could get away with wearing almost anything; her eyes were a gorgeous cobalt blue and, when it wasn't such a mess, her hair usually looked quite nice.
Sighing, she took an old silver clip out of her bag and used it to sweep back the front sections of her hair, so that she didn't look as though she had just come through a hedge backwards. She checked her reflection once more and, satisfied by the effect, pulled herself up onto the counter so that she was facing into the room with her back to the mirror.
Once she was in this position Sky pulled a white sketch book out of her bag and opened it to the drawing she had begun earlier that day, intending to finish working on it.
Just as she made the first soft stroke with her pencil, the door to the bathroom swung open once more.
Sighing, she took an old silver clip out of her bag and used it to sweep back the front sections of her hair, so that she didn't look as though she had just come through a hedge backwards. She checked her reflection once more and, satisfied by the effect, pulled herself up onto the counter so that she was facing into the room with her back to the mirror.
Once she was in this position Sky pulled a white sketch book out of her bag and opened it to the drawing she had begun earlier that day, intending to finish working on it.
Just as she made the first soft stroke with her pencil, the door to the bathroom swung open once more.