Post by elena miranda gilbert on Nov 15, 2011 18:21:36 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] & YOU'RE NOT EVEN HUMAN ` YOU'RE JUST A LOVELY IDEA OF ONE WHO I ACCIDENTALLY LOVED AND GAVE EVERYTHING TO BECOME THE GIRL ON THE PIANO BENCH SINGING ALL OF HER TEARS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - away | |
| [atrb=width,240] Fall was quickly turning to winter, the leaves were dying, the trees are getting stripped bare, and the whole season of winter is depressing. It not like Elena could sink any further. What better way to spend your Saturday then at the grill? everyone around her seemed to be busy and had no time to come with her. Which is perfectly fine with her. She could use a peaceful day where it is just her thoughts. No Stefan. No Damon. She sighed. She has been lacking with her journal lately, forgetting about it because of all the commotion going on around her. It was never ending. and you would think that she would be writing in her journal all the time for those exact reasons. But the worst possible thing came out of it, and that was losing interest in writing. She wanted to be a writer when she graduated and finished school, she wanted to make her mother proud, where ever she was. She moved at a slow pace, getting out of the house. She slipped out of her pajamas and pulled a white tank top on and a purple v-neck long sleeved shirt. She grabbed the nearest pair of jeans and buttomed them up grabbing some change off her dresser she stuffed it in her pocket. She looked in the mirror. She saw that her hair was in a messy bun from bed, so she let it down and carefully brushed through her long hair to where it gleamed with a perfect shine. She grabbed her leather jacket from off a hanger and trotted down the stair while grabbing her keys off the hooks near the door. She peeked around the staircase to see who was in the house, and as far as she could tell, no one was here. She smiled to herself and locked the door behind her. She opened her car door and slid into the driver side seat. Grabbing a pair of sunglasses from her vizor she slipped them on and situated her self to where she felt comfortable and started the ignition. Pulling out of the driving she zipped on down the streets until she came to the town. The small but wonderful town of Mystic Falls. Her home. She remebered her first time back after her parents died, she was in the car with Bonnie when a crow flew out of nowhere and slammed into her windshield. She silently cursed Damon for that later. She pulled into the parking lot in front of Mystic Grill and noticed they were slightly busy, but not to busy. She shut her car door behind her and walked up to the door and pushed it open. A bell clanged above her, announcing her entrance. She moved through the pool crowd and to a small, secluded area near the back and sat down. Her waitress was at her table in seconds, "What can i get you, love?" she was a women in her late twenties with a slight british accent. Uh, just a sweet tea will do. she smiled and started looking at the menu, unsure of what she wanted at that particular moment. | [atrb=width,140] words , 698 words tagged , open notes , Had to get more threads open with Elena. Love RPing her! Anyone is welcome to post! <3 |
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