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Pulsar
- Joined
- Apr 28, 2012
"It is so hard it hurts! I can't take it anymore!" Throwing her pencil down in anger, it bounced off the surface of the table and then rolled across to the edge before falling to the carpeted floor.
Since she got in from school, Pixie had been in her room trying to sort out her homework. Being seventeen, the blonde haired girl had more pressing matters to tend to like painting her nails, doing her hair or texting her friends. The reason she was spending time doing the work and actually caring about it was because her teacher had told her she needed to pass this otherwise she would have failed the class. That would have brought some hard talks from her parents, especially her father who had paid for the school.
The four walls of her room were painted pink, a typical girly colour. Despite being a near adult, Pixie still had a lot of growing up to do. In fairness she couldn't help it, it was just the way her beautiful mind worked. Her thought process was different from others, meaning she could be easily swayed and led in to situations. To say she was gullible was an understatement.
Wearing a denim dress and black heels, she picked up her pencil and rubbed out an answer. "I don't know it is it right or not!" She sobbed, throwing her hands to her face and tilting her head back. Pixie's long blonde locks fell from their resting place on her back to hand in mid air.
Since she got in from school, Pixie had been in her room trying to sort out her homework. Being seventeen, the blonde haired girl had more pressing matters to tend to like painting her nails, doing her hair or texting her friends. The reason she was spending time doing the work and actually caring about it was because her teacher had told her she needed to pass this otherwise she would have failed the class. That would have brought some hard talks from her parents, especially her father who had paid for the school.
The four walls of her room were painted pink, a typical girly colour. Despite being a near adult, Pixie still had a lot of growing up to do. In fairness she couldn't help it, it was just the way her beautiful mind worked. Her thought process was different from others, meaning she could be easily swayed and led in to situations. To say she was gullible was an understatement.
Wearing a denim dress and black heels, she picked up her pencil and rubbed out an answer. "I don't know it is it right or not!" She sobbed, throwing her hands to her face and tilting her head back. Pixie's long blonde locks fell from their resting place on her back to hand in mid air.