Post by Lydia Dupont on Sept 23, 2008 17:23:52 GMT -6
Lydia had been at Westfield Academy for less than a day, but she was already missing Manhattan. Everything in California was different, cheaper, than what she was used to. It was autumn now, and she should be wrapping herself in cashmere pashminas and joining her friends for romps around the Great Lawn in Central Park. She smiled sadly to herself as she brushed her straight dark brown hair over one of her shoulders. She longed for New York. It was simply part of who she was. The constant movement, the hustle and bustle, the soft night lights, the sounds, the smells, the high fashion—it was all her, and she felt an unsurpassable void without it.
She had been wandering around campus, craving the excitement and stimulation that her city had always supplied her with. The truth was, although she’d never admit it, she was incredibly lonely.
She was dressed down that day, in a rather simple maroon Free People dress with velvet detailing. It was much warmer in California than it had been in New York, and she was rather disappointed that her more appropriate autumn attire was no longer conducive to the weather. She was going to miss autumn in New York. She simply adored the crisp biting air, the eye-popping leaves, and the view from her penthouse apartment. Everything about it was absolutely delightful, and nothing like the stuffy humid California sun. She sighed heavily to herself as she turned into a sort of courtyard that she had never seen before.
She brushed a thread off her sleeve as she crumpled herself down upon a welcoming bench. So far, the courtyard was her favorite place at her new school. Everything else just seemed so new, and… tacky. It needed some serious reorganization. She pushed her hair back behind her ear as she pulled a battered collection of Oscar Wilde works from her book bag. She allowed herself to get lost in the frivolous lives of Ernest and Cecily until a swoosh of fast moving air disrupted her concentration. A boy, a blonde boy—of course, was sitting not to far from her. “Morning,” she muttered as she turned her head back to her book.
DRESS
She had been wandering around campus, craving the excitement and stimulation that her city had always supplied her with. The truth was, although she’d never admit it, she was incredibly lonely.
She was dressed down that day, in a rather simple maroon Free People dress with velvet detailing. It was much warmer in California than it had been in New York, and she was rather disappointed that her more appropriate autumn attire was no longer conducive to the weather. She was going to miss autumn in New York. She simply adored the crisp biting air, the eye-popping leaves, and the view from her penthouse apartment. Everything about it was absolutely delightful, and nothing like the stuffy humid California sun. She sighed heavily to herself as she turned into a sort of courtyard that she had never seen before.
She brushed a thread off her sleeve as she crumpled herself down upon a welcoming bench. So far, the courtyard was her favorite place at her new school. Everything else just seemed so new, and… tacky. It needed some serious reorganization. She pushed her hair back behind her ear as she pulled a battered collection of Oscar Wilde works from her book bag. She allowed herself to get lost in the frivolous lives of Ernest and Cecily until a swoosh of fast moving air disrupted her concentration. A boy, a blonde boy—of course, was sitting not to far from her. “Morning,” she muttered as she turned her head back to her book.
DRESS
