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- Posted: Sun, 18 Sep 2011 05:03:53 +0000
At six that morning, the thin girl had a meeting with an eager engaged couple. Her mother, a top notch Wedding Planner, had left the task to her. The couple were no older than herself, if legal drinking age, and they were the epitome of love. And she hated them for it. But despite such bitter feelings, she plastered a smile upon her face and started taking notes of the basic things they wanted; two hundred people, a small Chapel wedding, and a buffet table waiting outside in a trimmed field, next to a garden full of roses, lilies, daisies, etcetera. The wife to be was stylish, her hair twisted up into a complicated bun, and a simple white dress to accommodate her tan skin and silky black hair. She had a perfect smile and stunning blue eyes. Her husband was in the midst of growing out a beard, the scruff accenting his rugged features that included dark brown hair, the same skin tone and dark, intriguing brown eyes. He, also, had the perfect smile, and Maegan knew they'd make beautiful children one day. She hated them for that, too. The young, budding Wedding Planner was currently dressed in dark purple high heels, gray acid wash jeans and a loose, gray and black striped shirt and a long, black ring that covered most of her middle, left finger. Her hair was down, and part of it hung in her face over her left eye. As she took notes, she interjected every so often about changes or maybe something better. She wanted a purple dress. PURPLE! Ugh, women! She softly suggested maybe something better to make her skin give off a lovely glow, such as white, and the girl immediately turned into a b*tch. She suffered in silence as the husband to be, Ronald, tried to calm down his significant other. She had recently transferred from Harvard University to help her mother run her booming business, because since she was six she wanted to be a Wedding Planner.
The girl listened for hours, practically, of more of this. Her soft blue eyes scanned the couple, analyzing their body language and how they interacted. She sighed softly, and halfway through, began to sketch absentmindedly. When she was done spacing out, she saw that she had intricately drawn a peacock. Really, it was the only thing she could ever draw besides Pomegranites. She excused herself from the couple as she realized she would soon be late to her first day of school with the commute to get there, and they dismissed her with rehearsed smiles. Shuffling over to her tiny Ford Fiesta, she set her notebooks down and sat in her car for a moment, both hands gripping the steering wheel harder than humanly possible. She wanted to scream her head off. The only thing she despised about planning weddings was seeing the happy couples. It was like they were throwing their happiness at her like people throwing rice at weddings. After moments of thinking this, Maegan turned the car on and silently backed out of the lot and drove to school, listening to the songs that came onto her current station that was something along the lines of Pandora, where she had it set to Kelly Clarkson, Taylor Swift, Lady Gaga, the typical artists for people her age. Unlike most people her age, she didn't run from her car to class, in fact, she walked with such grace and elogance that she felt like a peacock herself. She stood tall in the crowd, and with such presence it was hard not to stare, to not want to analyze every detail of her porcelain face and burn it into your memory. Her tiny, ski jump nose, the soft blue eyes, and soft lips that were a natural rosy color.
As she made her way to the Study of Other Religions class, her naturally quick stride got her thare in the knick of time. Okay, not really. She looked from her schedule to the room numbers, and when she found the one that matched her schedule, she opened the door and stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room and all the people inside, and she heard a collective breath from some of the people. Her natural poise demanded attention, as did her regal features, but when her eyes fell on, well, him ... she was the one who took in a breath. Maegan's heart started pounding faster, and she could feel her fingers and toes tingling, and her hands felt clammy. Somewhere in the back of her mind, recognition flickered, but she dismissed it because she knew that she had never seen him before. She wanted to look away but couldn't. When Maegan finally pried her eyes from him, they fell on the girl sitting beside him, and she immediately wanted to go fall in a hole and die. They were obviously friends to say the least, and their body language made it appear as if they were in the middle of a discussion. But the girl had gorgeous, wavy hair, amazing facial structure, and like pretty much everyone else, she hated her. "Well? What's your name?" Attention turned to the teacher, judging by the awkward stance and testy tone, she was intimidated by the blond girl. A small smile crossed her face before she spoke softly, "Maegan Kingsley." Her voice came out as smooth as butter but soft and demanding at the same time. Some people were taken aback at the tone of her voice, it was loud yet quiet, contradicting herself with every word that slipped from her lips. "Well Mehcan, take a seat over there." She pointed to an empty table located directly next to ... theirs. "It's Maegan. Meh-gan." And with that she slipped from the front of the room to the seat next to the aisleway and shrugged off her Harvey's Seatbelt Bags backpack, unzipped it then pulled out her notebooks and a few colored pencils, shading in the bright blue and green shades of the peacock she had started earlier, trying not to steal glances at the two.
out of cookies ;; outfit in picture on the left .
and yuck . SOOO HURRIED .