Post by Pippa Hart on Jan 14, 2008 22:05:07 GMT -5
Pippa was quite a glamorous person whether she was outside of school or inside. Outside of school you could tell she had a lot more people that she knew and talked to then inside of school though as there were very few people that she did talk to when around them. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t mind talking to them, more like they seemed to find it weird they way she talked or something, yet then if you really talked to her you would get used to that now wouldn’t you. A lot of people just were those type that if they didn’t get good first impressions then they were gone. And even though Pippa gave lovely first impressions it was because she was that much different then a normal person, almost where she seemed to exceed the point of perfection really. Being raised like this of course your going to act that way. Its just like if you were raised to always make your bed each and every day right when you wake up once you move out your not going to completely forget about that and probably will do the same. Plus with Pippa being one that needed to make sure her parents were proud of her she worked hard to become who she was. Even if it was something completely different from an average person. Thus the differences lying within the wealth and power. Always seemed to be that way didn’t it.
On most days during her free period she always was found in the library or in the art department working on pictures. There wasn’t much else that was useful to her in this school. Of course there was the dance studio in which she went once in a while and some people noticed she has quite the little dancer that you wouldn’t think, due to that she is in photography and doesn’t seem to show any interest in dance. Well that’s when she isn’t in class. It actually relaxes her quite a bit and doing dance for fifteen out of seventeen years of her life does lead her to be quite talented no doubt. Pippa though still loved her photography better then anything else which is why she chose that program to be in. Now here sat Miss Pippa in the library with one of her favourite novels, Pride and Prejudice open to page 42 in which where she was continuing from where she had left off last night fro falling asleep in her bed. Pippa read quite a bit every day, basically because during her free period it gave her a chance to relax and then at night it seemed to be the only thing that got her to sleep. And with a calm face at that. She had always been afraid when she was young that she was quite different when she slept so much that she made her mum watch over her all night once in which her mum declared she slept perfectly fine.
Today she wore a simple long white skirt that looked quite stunning on her and a black top that clung tightly to her. Her hair in a slightly ponytail that was clearly loose and had curls hanging in her face she had herself curled perfectly on a cushion hidden behind a few book shelves of course the only sound around her was pure silence. She liked to think of silence as a sound when really a lot of people would quite disagree with her but that was how she saw it. A sound that nobody could quite hear because they didn’t open there ears enough to see the bliss in it. Pippa liked the silent at times but after hearing this day after day while at school it got too silent I guess you could say, but when she had a book open in her lap her fingers gently holding the pages down so she didn’t loose her page it was obvious that she noticed not many things around her even though she still was half alert but with books like the one she had they captured her clear interest. She had always loved reading books, of any kind actually, she could never answer what she preferred but as long as they grabbed her attention she was off somewhere, but she knew to be somewhat alert or else she never knew what could happen. That was what her mum told her at least and she always had thought her mother to be someone who was quite wise even though really strict.
Pippa flipped the page a small smile playing on her features as she read her eyes gleaming as they moved down the lines. She read quite quickly and could easily finish this book by the end of her free period yet she probably wouldn’t. She knew she had to go work on some of her pictures still which she could do once her next period started but she would probably start early, and she had countless other things on her mind but then she knew she had to take some sort of break during the day. Her feet being curled up on the sofa her flats digging into her thighs slightly from the way she was curled up. Her skirt very nearly covered all of her legs with the way she was situated and she looked quite at rest with the peaceful look she ahd on now. But then peace was always interrupted by some sort of chaos. And you definitely never knew where it was coming from. Especially when it came to the teens at this high school. Quite why she stayed away from most.
