Post by Becca on Aug 24, 2015 17:33:49 GMT -5
Maxine's Outfit
It was between classes AKA Maxine’s favorite part of the day. Somehow she actually managed to drag her ass to class today rather than just skipping and after pulling through that she felt like she could do anything. In order to separate herself from the students passing by each other on the way to class she headed to the common area to relax. She collapsed in a warm patch of grass and welcomed the afternoon sun to warm her skin. With her today was nothing but her acoustic guitar which she only brought since she’d just left her music lesson. It was always a little bit of surprise when people learned what instrument Maxine played. She looked much more like an electric guitar player or perhaps a drummer rather than playing something that sounded as soothing as an acoustic guitar. Fortunately her rougher singing voice competed well with the softness of her instrument. After all, it had been her unique sound which earned her a scholarship at Metric.
Reaching into her pocket, Max pulled out a carton of cigarettes and stuck one between her lips before checking for her lighter. She felt a small swell of panic as she patted her pockets for her lighter and came up empty. In a last-ditch effort she opened up her guitar case and sighed with relief when she saw it lying at the bottom. Maxine lit up before taking a long drag of her cigarette, allowing the smoke to slowly leave her parted lips. Her mother always bitched at her, telling her what a bad habit smoking was but it was pretty much her fault Max even started smoking. It was not her fault she did not have the privilege to be raised in the middle-class lifestyle like her youngest brother was.
Maxine took another drag of her cigarette and blew the smoke out her nose before allowing her body to fall back into the grass. She stared up at the sky before pulling out her phone. It was too quiet out here away from it all. Silence was one thing she just couldn’t stand. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and turned on some Drake, bobbing her head gently to the music. Perhaps she would just ditch her next class and chill here for the rest of the day. It was a nice spot and, with the sun hitting her, it made it the perfect spot for a nice nap.
It was between classes AKA Maxine’s favorite part of the day. Somehow she actually managed to drag her ass to class today rather than just skipping and after pulling through that she felt like she could do anything. In order to separate herself from the students passing by each other on the way to class she headed to the common area to relax. She collapsed in a warm patch of grass and welcomed the afternoon sun to warm her skin. With her today was nothing but her acoustic guitar which she only brought since she’d just left her music lesson. It was always a little bit of surprise when people learned what instrument Maxine played. She looked much more like an electric guitar player or perhaps a drummer rather than playing something that sounded as soothing as an acoustic guitar. Fortunately her rougher singing voice competed well with the softness of her instrument. After all, it had been her unique sound which earned her a scholarship at Metric.
Reaching into her pocket, Max pulled out a carton of cigarettes and stuck one between her lips before checking for her lighter. She felt a small swell of panic as she patted her pockets for her lighter and came up empty. In a last-ditch effort she opened up her guitar case and sighed with relief when she saw it lying at the bottom. Maxine lit up before taking a long drag of her cigarette, allowing the smoke to slowly leave her parted lips. Her mother always bitched at her, telling her what a bad habit smoking was but it was pretty much her fault Max even started smoking. It was not her fault she did not have the privilege to be raised in the middle-class lifestyle like her youngest brother was.
Maxine took another drag of her cigarette and blew the smoke out her nose before allowing her body to fall back into the grass. She stared up at the sky before pulling out her phone. It was too quiet out here away from it all. Silence was one thing she just couldn’t stand. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and turned on some Drake, bobbing her head gently to the music. Perhaps she would just ditch her next class and chill here for the rest of the day. It was a nice spot and, with the sun hitting her, it made it the perfect spot for a nice nap.
