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- Jan 9, 2009
The first warm rays of a summer morning were always the most beautiful, kissing the horizon with the first lightening of midnight blue to something lighter, a barely perceptible change that signaled the beginning of a new day. Watching the sun rise was akin to watching a flower bloom, you knew it was happening but the changes were so subtle, so minuscule that it was impossible to see each new event until the whole was visible. On any other morning the first kiss of light would have signaled her to fall into the warm, comfortable depths of her bed and try to steal a few precious minutes of sleep before the alarm went off, but not today. No, today she didn't have to worry about waking and going about a usual day, there was no need to hurriedly wake, shower, eat, and run out the door. This time she could enjoy watching the sun rise and fall into bed at her leisure, wake when she chose, and do what she wished with the day.
Enjoying that thought Paige shifted slightly on the roof outside her window, wrapping the warm fleece of her favorite blanket more tightly around her body. This early it was always cold, but that had never kept her from sitting out to watch the stars snuff out one by one. While nearly everyone else in the house was asleep she would wander about the garden out back, take a swim at midnight, or simply stare up at the sky and think. Lately she'd not been able to do anything even remotely close to that, so she took her time, enjoying the subtle changes in the skies coloration before finally climbing back into her window.
Stretching to work the stiffness out of muscles that had nearly locked in place the small teen padded silently across her room, pausing before the full length mirrors lining the wall before her bed. Studying her reflection she smiled in spite of herself as she ran small hands through the thick length of her hair. Down the length of her back nearly to her waist, Paige's hair fell in curling waves, a deep crimson somewhere between the scarlet of freshly spilled blood and the bright flare of flame. Against the perfectly smooth pale alabaster of her skin, her hair stood out sharply, fighting the luminescent green of her eyes for attention. From her mother she'd inherited large, almond shaped green eyes and full lips, the lower fuller than the upper so she seemed to pout perpetually, while from her father she'd inherited a small, slender nose, high cheek bones, and perfectly pale skin. At only 5'3 she should have resembled a much younger woman, but thanks to genetics she'd developed the rounded curves of a woman much older, just without the advantage of the height. All in all she reminded herself of a picture of a small Lolita goth she'd spotted in a magazine somewhere, a good fit since she nearly was one.
With a quick smile at her reflection Paige flipped the light, sending her room into darkness as she headed for the kitchen. While it wasn't required of her to be up for the day, the rest of the household would be up soon, rummaging through cabinets in search of something that could be eaten on the way to work, class, or the mall. The least she could do was stay up long enough to say goodbye. So, in nothing but a black silk and crimson lace camisole and matching short bottoms, the small teen began to pull things from the refrigerator and freezer.
As the pile of supplies on the counter grew, she allowed her mind to wander, idly chewing on her lower lip, enjoying the soft click of the back of her lip ring against her teeth. One of her birthday presents had been a piercing of her choice, and, so far, she was extremely happy with her choice, a small stud labret that drew more attention to her lips. As she contemplated what to have pierced next Paige began the sausage links and pancakes, hearing the familiar creak of floorboards over head as her father woke and stepped out of bed, followed by the softer tread of her mother. Idly, she wandered if her brother was home before focusing her attention on cooking.
Enjoying that thought Paige shifted slightly on the roof outside her window, wrapping the warm fleece of her favorite blanket more tightly around her body. This early it was always cold, but that had never kept her from sitting out to watch the stars snuff out one by one. While nearly everyone else in the house was asleep she would wander about the garden out back, take a swim at midnight, or simply stare up at the sky and think. Lately she'd not been able to do anything even remotely close to that, so she took her time, enjoying the subtle changes in the skies coloration before finally climbing back into her window.
Stretching to work the stiffness out of muscles that had nearly locked in place the small teen padded silently across her room, pausing before the full length mirrors lining the wall before her bed. Studying her reflection she smiled in spite of herself as she ran small hands through the thick length of her hair. Down the length of her back nearly to her waist, Paige's hair fell in curling waves, a deep crimson somewhere between the scarlet of freshly spilled blood and the bright flare of flame. Against the perfectly smooth pale alabaster of her skin, her hair stood out sharply, fighting the luminescent green of her eyes for attention. From her mother she'd inherited large, almond shaped green eyes and full lips, the lower fuller than the upper so she seemed to pout perpetually, while from her father she'd inherited a small, slender nose, high cheek bones, and perfectly pale skin. At only 5'3 she should have resembled a much younger woman, but thanks to genetics she'd developed the rounded curves of a woman much older, just without the advantage of the height. All in all she reminded herself of a picture of a small Lolita goth she'd spotted in a magazine somewhere, a good fit since she nearly was one.
With a quick smile at her reflection Paige flipped the light, sending her room into darkness as she headed for the kitchen. While it wasn't required of her to be up for the day, the rest of the household would be up soon, rummaging through cabinets in search of something that could be eaten on the way to work, class, or the mall. The least she could do was stay up long enough to say goodbye. So, in nothing but a black silk and crimson lace camisole and matching short bottoms, the small teen began to pull things from the refrigerator and freezer.
As the pile of supplies on the counter grew, she allowed her mind to wander, idly chewing on her lower lip, enjoying the soft click of the back of her lip ring against her teeth. One of her birthday presents had been a piercing of her choice, and, so far, she was extremely happy with her choice, a small stud labret that drew more attention to her lips. As she contemplated what to have pierced next Paige began the sausage links and pancakes, hearing the familiar creak of floorboards over head as her father woke and stepped out of bed, followed by the softer tread of her mother. Idly, she wandered if her brother was home before focusing her attention on cooking.