If It Could Get Worse[Chestah]

[shayla]

Rain fell from the skys quickly hitting the ground with a splat. Small puddles formed around the park and the wind blew harshly. Leaves from trees fell to the ground and grass soon soaked with water. Wings of an angel, oh wait, its a tattoo of wings on an angel. Shayla growled loudly as she ran for the cover of the trees. "Great day to got for a walk!" She growled to herself as she held her backpack over her head. Bracelets fell down her arms and Wet hair dripped onto the ground. She shivered and sighed looking down at her bare skin. She was in large black boots, a mini black skirt with chains and a small black tank top that showed her belly. Her hair was down and covering half of her face but she ignored that and soon leaned against the tree.

Belly growled but she ignored that to. She had bin shipped from her foster house about two months ago because of her idea of stealing a race horse. She didn't care any more all she wanted was somewhere dry, warm and full of food. She was going to the school she should have bin at two months ago but didn't feel like it now. She didn't even have money so she couldn't go get a cab there. She was pretty much fucked unless someone took pity over seeing her like this. Her hair was a little messy and she had bin wearing the clothing she is in now for about two weeks now. Shayla looked around to see if she could see someone but nothing came into view. She sighed and felt her eyes swell up with tears as she bowed her head. "Why do I screw up like this? I'm I really that much of a failure as they said?" She questioned herself as she closed her eyes. She could see the image of her foster parents. She sulked but quickly stopped and shook the thoughts out of her head. She wrinkled her nose and looked up into a blurry view and closed her eyes again.

The rain didn't look like it was going to let up and Shayla was getting wetter and wetter. You could almost see right through her clothing. Her green eyes scanned along the park and she let her bag drop to the ground and she opened it. There was small bags of pot and her pipe but she took out a cigarette and a lighter. She light it up and inhaled. She blew out the smoke and put the lighter back and closed the backpack back up. She leaned against the tree and watched the rain fall into a puddle. Her black hair hung over her face and one of her hands rested on her side as she held her cigarette in the other. She shivered as the wind ran along her body. "Fuck its cold..." She said pulling a little at her top and turning her head and coughing. She sighed and took her cell out to see it was dead. "Fuck this! Fuck it so much it dies!" She growled throwing her cell across the park into the rocks and water. Everything started to fall apart right in front of her and she was sick of fucking things up but thats how everything had to happen around her.

The sound of something caught Shayla's attention. She looked up at someone but couldn't tell who it was or if it was girl or boy. The water was raining so hard it was even hard to tell if it was even a person. Shayla just sighed and looked away knowing just like everyone else they would probable just walk right past her without even noticing her at all.

-Characters-
Shayla Hunter ;; The Bitch
-Time-
5:00, PM
-Wordcount-
626
-Notes-
Hope you have fun!

[* chestah!]

sky lark terrace
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time:: 5:05 pm
musuc:: coma white by marilyn manson, suits the mood.
muse:: awesome.
I think:: sky's being a dork.
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[shayla]

Shayla crossed an arm over her belly and sunk her nails into her arm as she shivered. She took another drag on the smoke and sighed. She whipped some water off her forehead and looked at the older man. She looked at the stupid cell phone and sighed. "And it comes back every time I try to throw it away." She muttered, taking the cell from him and putting it in her back pocket. Her blue/green eyes looked the man up and down and stopped at each tattoo since she was a big fan of tattoos. She had one herself, a pair of angel wings. She had then but was the wasn't an angel all the time. She was usually a real bitch to everyone but she was also confused about her life so you can't blame her.

"Thanks sir." She said, her voice was hushed a bit and very dull. Her eyes soon trained to the ground as she shivered. She bit her lip piercing and pulled on it with her teeth as she stood there cold and hungry. She had made a mistake on not going to that school. She really thought she could have done thing on her own but now she was just to dazed to think straight. Minutes passed as the rain pored down harder and harder. "So, whats your name? I'm Shayla." She asked, knowing they may be standing her together depending on how long the rain was going to be like this. She dropped her cigarette on the ground and put it out. She was finished with them for today but that didn't mean later she wouldn't smoke some pot. She had gotten into the nasty habit and needed help but was so scared to admit it.

Shayla leaned back a little and rested her back against the tree. Her arms went across her chest and she pulled her backpack closer to her with her foot. She looked at the man with dull emotionless eyes. She never really learned how to work her emotions since she was to busy partying and having drugs play her emotions. She never will probable know what emotions feel like, not even love. She has a boyfriend once but he was only really there for her body and she was really only there for money. She was really racked up in the mind about everything and probable away will since in her mind, everyone hates her. She really only ever shows her true emotions around horses but her stupid act on taking the race horse lost her beautiful mare Light. They where just getting into First level dressage and she messed it up but then again she was a Hunter. All Hunter mess there life up whether they like it or not or thats what her father told her.

-Characters-
Shayla Hunter ;; The Bitch
-Time-
5:15, PM
-Wordcount-
469
-Notes-