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loneiysong
Pulsar
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2012
Her motorcycle roared down the highway. She was a rebel. She was not sure why, it was just the way she was. There was only one person on this green earth who could talk some sense into her. And she was going to live with her while she attended college. She was still unsure of what she wanted to do with her life, and her life right now was very much a loose raft on an endless ocean.
Stopping outside of the apartment complex that was where her sister lived, she looked up and parked her bike and took off her helmet. She had recently cut her hair short and dyed it a crazy shock pink color. Mom hated it, which was part of the reason why Elena did it. Telling no one, she had donated the rest of her long hair to cancer kids. Why not? Some kids should have joy in a world where it sought to trample everything you loved. She got off her bike, her leathers creaking and groaning. Grabbing the last box of hers, she began to walk up the stairs. She had sent her trunk ahead of her along with a few boxes. Her bag sat perched on her back as she moved to the floor and the room of her sister. Juggling the box she raised a hand that was still clad in the leather glove she knocked.
Elena's face was beautiful and several people told her she exuded a pin up girl type of style. Her eyebrows were always perfectly groomed even if one ended in a piercing. Her amber eyes looekd at the door waiting for her sister. Her red lips pouted softly as she juggled the heavy box and she growled. Elena stood at 5'7 and was a fire cracker that had beautiful shapes and curves that made everyone hungry.
Stopping outside of the apartment complex that was where her sister lived, she looked up and parked her bike and took off her helmet. She had recently cut her hair short and dyed it a crazy shock pink color. Mom hated it, which was part of the reason why Elena did it. Telling no one, she had donated the rest of her long hair to cancer kids. Why not? Some kids should have joy in a world where it sought to trample everything you loved. She got off her bike, her leathers creaking and groaning. Grabbing the last box of hers, she began to walk up the stairs. She had sent her trunk ahead of her along with a few boxes. Her bag sat perched on her back as she moved to the floor and the room of her sister. Juggling the box she raised a hand that was still clad in the leather glove she knocked.
Elena's face was beautiful and several people told her she exuded a pin up girl type of style. Her eyebrows were always perfectly groomed even if one ended in a piercing. Her amber eyes looekd at the door waiting for her sister. Her red lips pouted softly as she juggled the heavy box and she growled. Elena stood at 5'7 and was a fire cracker that had beautiful shapes and curves that made everyone hungry.