Post by bubblegum91 on Jul 29, 2011 9:48:05 GMT -5
Lol, can you tell all of this is from the top of my head? Sorry for the length...
Critiques very welcome.
Slumber's embrace slowly loosened it's vice like grip from Kate. Her senses reluctantly coming into focus, groggy and dazed.
The chords of various bird' songs started to grow louder and easier to discern, the sound of her mother cursing in her drug induced sleep, started to fill Kate's ears.
With a scowl, Kate tossed to her side, her ever faithful alarm clock meeting her gaze. It proclaimed, '12:30 am.'
With her brain still fuzzy, it refused to register the implications, and Kate lazily let her eyelids flicker shut.
Reality washed over Kate almost instantly, engulfing her in it's unpleasant embrace.
"Holy, shit!" she exclaimed, bolting upright, sweat plastering her brow, her heart thrashing wildly against her ribcage.
Kate vaulted out her bed, clambering desperately toward her bathroom.
Within almost fifteen minutes, Kate's wild tendrils of black hair had been tamed, her teeth had been relieved of it's coating of accumulated plaque, her lips were now draped in blood red lipstick, and her eyelashes now looked as if ready to attack her forehead.
After a moments pause to admire her handy work and scour her appearance for any flaws, Kate was finally ready for school.
"And how the hell am I going to there?" she grumbled to herself.
What did Hektar tell her? Something about transporting?
Ah, of course, focus on your target and allow your body to travel to your destination.
Easy enough in theory, but Kate's powers hadn't even fully developed yet.
In fact, everything Kate did was wrong. It was as if her powers despised her and did it's best to disobey her, in an effort to humiliate her. To drive home the fact that she was unworthy of possessing it in the first place.
She released a gust of air that had lined her lungs, "Alright, come on. I can do this."
Kate allowed her eyelids to close, her mind willing itself to imagine her school.
She could see the picture starting to take shape. A grimy place, filled with run down buildings, decorated by graffiti, often elaborately describing the teachers' foibles and depicting other staff members in a less than savory light.
A necklace of cast iron gates, foreboding yet rusted. The glory of it's former self merely a ghost, desperate for recognition.
Cars owned by teachers deliberately parked two hundred yards away, lest they fall prey to the insatiable appetite for destruction, held the school's most notorious students.
A sorry looking field, enveloped by a sea of litter and destruction.
Kate could feel her body shivering, her blood tingled within her, limbs started to leap toward the chosen destination.
Kate's stomach contorted, a queasiness flooded throughout her.
A signal that she achieved her goal.
Slowly Kate pried her eyes open, drinking her surroundings greedily.
Four green walls, each with a thick crust of dirt, boxed her in. Below her feet sat a toilet, which had claimed one of her shoes.
Grimacing, Kate fished out her urine clothed shoe.
"Who does that bitch think she is?" a gruff voice asked incredulously outside Kate's little prison.
"Aww, come on Laz," said another voice, less harsh than it's compainion "You did swear at her and then tell her you'd kill her kids."
"Whatever," barked the gruff voice. "She's lucky I'm still on probation, or she'd be real sorry."
'Shit,' thought Kate. 'I managed to land in the boys' toilets. Today definitely is not my day.'
Critiques very welcome.
Slumber's embrace slowly loosened it's vice like grip from Kate. Her senses reluctantly coming into focus, groggy and dazed.
The chords of various bird' songs started to grow louder and easier to discern, the sound of her mother cursing in her drug induced sleep, started to fill Kate's ears.
With a scowl, Kate tossed to her side, her ever faithful alarm clock meeting her gaze. It proclaimed, '12:30 am.'
With her brain still fuzzy, it refused to register the implications, and Kate lazily let her eyelids flicker shut.
Reality washed over Kate almost instantly, engulfing her in it's unpleasant embrace.
"Holy, shit!" she exclaimed, bolting upright, sweat plastering her brow, her heart thrashing wildly against her ribcage.
Kate vaulted out her bed, clambering desperately toward her bathroom.
Within almost fifteen minutes, Kate's wild tendrils of black hair had been tamed, her teeth had been relieved of it's coating of accumulated plaque, her lips were now draped in blood red lipstick, and her eyelashes now looked as if ready to attack her forehead.
After a moments pause to admire her handy work and scour her appearance for any flaws, Kate was finally ready for school.
"And how the hell am I going to there?" she grumbled to herself.
What did Hektar tell her? Something about transporting?
Ah, of course, focus on your target and allow your body to travel to your destination.
Easy enough in theory, but Kate's powers hadn't even fully developed yet.
In fact, everything Kate did was wrong. It was as if her powers despised her and did it's best to disobey her, in an effort to humiliate her. To drive home the fact that she was unworthy of possessing it in the first place.
She released a gust of air that had lined her lungs, "Alright, come on. I can do this."
Kate allowed her eyelids to close, her mind willing itself to imagine her school.
She could see the picture starting to take shape. A grimy place, filled with run down buildings, decorated by graffiti, often elaborately describing the teachers' foibles and depicting other staff members in a less than savory light.
A necklace of cast iron gates, foreboding yet rusted. The glory of it's former self merely a ghost, desperate for recognition.
Cars owned by teachers deliberately parked two hundred yards away, lest they fall prey to the insatiable appetite for destruction, held the school's most notorious students.
A sorry looking field, enveloped by a sea of litter and destruction.
Kate could feel her body shivering, her blood tingled within her, limbs started to leap toward the chosen destination.
Kate's stomach contorted, a queasiness flooded throughout her.
A signal that she achieved her goal.
Slowly Kate pried her eyes open, drinking her surroundings greedily.
Four green walls, each with a thick crust of dirt, boxed her in. Below her feet sat a toilet, which had claimed one of her shoes.
Grimacing, Kate fished out her urine clothed shoe.
"Who does that bitch think she is?" a gruff voice asked incredulously outside Kate's little prison.
"Aww, come on Laz," said another voice, less harsh than it's compainion "You did swear at her and then tell her you'd kill her kids."
"Whatever," barked the gruff voice. "She's lucky I'm still on probation, or she'd be real sorry."
'Shit,' thought Kate. 'I managed to land in the boys' toilets. Today definitely is not my day.'