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Chantal Himmelreich closed her bright jade eyes, long, soft, black eye lashes rested on her flushed cheeks. A stray tear fell from her eyes, trailing down her cheek. Smiling to herself she plastered a fake smile on trying to keep her lips from trembling.
'I'm going to smile like nothing's wrong. Talk like every things perfect. Act like it's all a dream, and pretended it's not hurting me.' Shaking her head, causing her long blonde to swing about to rest back in place, Chantal stood.
Tugging her gold shirt down, the puffed sleeves which ended two inches below her shoulder with ruffles, blew in the mild hot wind. A purple bandana was tied around her tiny waist, covering most of the bronze coloured mini skirt. In front of the bandana was a big light purple bow clipped into the bandana knot.
The thigh high black stockings had white lace trimmings at the top. Inches down the stockings were knee high black converses with white and black checker pattern shoe laces.
She walked to the lone abandoned corridors of her school. Resting her folded hands on the waist high balcony, her eyes drifting to the setting sun that was now casting pale pinks, yellow and oranges over the twilight sky.
A strong gust of wind ruffled her clothes, and sent her waist length golden hair dancing and flying around her. Slipping her hand up into her hair she pulled it out only to tie it back in a high pony tail.
The jade coloured eyes shifted as she gazed down a couple near her, remembering the times when she had one of her own, yet, she had broken up with him, for personal reason she says, yet deep inside, she was still hurting, especially since just a few days ago, they had met once again, and apparently he had already moved on, while she herself was still trying to cope up. Sighing to herself, she covered her face with her hands, trying to keep herself from crying once again.
'I'm going to smile like nothing's wrong. Talk like every things perfect. Act like it's all a dream, and pretended it's not hurting me.' Shaking her head, causing her long blonde to swing about to rest back in place, Chantal stood.
Tugging her gold shirt down, the puffed sleeves which ended two inches below her shoulder with ruffles, blew in the mild hot wind. A purple bandana was tied around her tiny waist, covering most of the bronze coloured mini skirt. In front of the bandana was a big light purple bow clipped into the bandana knot.
The thigh high black stockings had white lace trimmings at the top. Inches down the stockings were knee high black converses with white and black checker pattern shoe laces.
She walked to the lone abandoned corridors of her school. Resting her folded hands on the waist high balcony, her eyes drifting to the setting sun that was now casting pale pinks, yellow and oranges over the twilight sky.
A strong gust of wind ruffled her clothes, and sent her waist length golden hair dancing and flying around her. Slipping her hand up into her hair she pulled it out only to tie it back in a high pony tail.
The jade coloured eyes shifted as she gazed down a couple near her, remembering the times when she had one of her own, yet, she had broken up with him, for personal reason she says, yet deep inside, she was still hurting, especially since just a few days ago, they had met once again, and apparently he had already moved on, while she herself was still trying to cope up. Sighing to herself, she covered her face with her hands, trying to keep herself from crying once again.