abandoned.

[Asenka Brooke Hammond]

The sun was shining, the world was awake, birds were chirping, and it was a beautiful morning to be - stranded at school after a rather nasty breakup. Asenka Hammond sighed and looked out the windows as she walked down the halls of Ludus Elementum. She’d been here, what? two, three years now? As far as Asenka could remember, it was nearing the start of her third year in this damn place. Many people (Asenka’s parents included) thought of this school as a blessing; a place that took young elementalists and taught them how to control and understand their powers. Asenka thought of it as the awful place her folks dumped her every year so they could vacation around the world together. The school did have its pros, though, despite the many cons that Asenka saw. She had learned a few new tricks while enrolled here, and the people weren’t too bad, not to mention the beautiful grounds. Today, Asenka Hammond had set out to find a calm place to finish her latest sketch and reflect on how awful her life had become over the past two weeks. The result of this “epic hunt” was a small table in the far corner of the school’s cafe.

The tall, slim-as-a-stick girl settled into the chair with some sort of latte on the table infront of her. She folded her legs between the arm of the chair and the rest of her body, and began to flip through her sketch book, her mood already beginning to brighten as she added little perfecting details here and there. Flicking to a new page, Asenka glanced up and began to sketch the guy at the counter who was lazily standing around. You see, most people were out around the grounds or busy decorating their dorms or god knows what else. Glancing down at the paper, she noticed her “work of art” bore a striking resemblance to her recently ex boyfriend. Asenka cringed and crumpled up the paper before throwing it on the table and burying her face in her hands. ’Don’t cry, you idiot, don’t cry! For God’s sake, Asenka Brooke Hammond, you’re sitting in the middle of a public place! It’s been two weeks already, pull yourself together!’ she scolded herself, frantically. Taking a deep breath and using her sweater sleeve to wipe away the tears that had escaped, Asenka looked up and put her sketchbook on the table. She wasn’t in the mood to draw anymore. Another deep breath, stopping the tears dead in their tracks, and then a sip of coffee. Silently, she lectured herself on how big of a mess she’d become. ’You were only together for a year and a half, stupid girl. He doesn’t love you anymore. Face the facts. He knew how much not trusting him totally destroyed you inside; he knew that you cried yourself to sleep nearly every night because of him. Yet still, he would rather keep those whores he calls his friends than do the one thing that would have put your mind to ease and saved your sanity. He’s a jerk. He’s a douche-bag. Hell, I doubt that motherfucker ever even cared about you at all!’

In a moment of pure terror, Asenka realised that she was crying again. She sniffed and quickly wiped her eyes, praying that no one had seen her. Trying harder than a rock to appear normal, she snatched her sketchbook up and hastily began doodling out some random flower. As her hand finished the last petal, she thanked her lucky stars that she had worn water-proof mascara today. Now all that she needed was for no one to have seen her slip up, no one to have seen her sitting there with tears streaming down her face like a child who had been denied a piece of candy.




hey now this is for anyone!, yeah man totally looking forward to it. Now lets see we spoke in 646

[/color] words and i was totally jazzing in clicky[/b][/color]. this was made of t to the illy of caution 2.0[/b][/color] steal? and ill shank you (: [/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]