Post by ashleymichelle on Jan 4, 2009 13:51:49 GMT 10
[/font][/blockquote]Regan Nadia Hartley settled herself on a swing and pushed her legs back and forth. It was slow day today and she was completely bored. It was also mid afternoon and she really should have been doing her homework, she didn't care though. She brushed her long fingers through her long hair, locking her bangs behind her ear. The pink streak was that was formally hidden, was now easily visible. She had gotten it knowing that her parents would not approve, and so she used to hide it so as to prevent a beating. The tattoo on her back shoulder was hidden undernath the sweater she had pulled on. Today for once she was wearing a skirt, it was a tattered skirt though with a patch on it. Regan didn't care though because the only people who would dare to make fun of her were not the most intellingent people, and who cared what they thought hmm?
Her bright grey blue eyes scanned the playground. It was empty except for her and she relished in the peace and quiet. No one was shouting, no one was screaming. The only sound was the leaves rustling across the ground as the wind stirred them. It ruffled her skirt slightly, and with one long fingered hand she smoothed the skirt. As she raised her head one could see the faded bruise that circled her right eye. The shiner was on its last leg, it was almost completely gone but it was definitely still there. She had other bruises too but this was the most visible one she had gotten for ages. People had asked her about it and she had lied. She was ashamed of the fact that her father was drunk and hit her and her siblings. It was a bruise she wasn't too proud of. Her grandparents had flown her home for the weekend to celebrate Faith and Finn's birthday or some odd thing. As per the usual her dad had gotten drunk, and also to the usual he had been in a hitting mood. Regan had tried to stop him, but her face had been in the way.
There was the sound of footsteps through the grass and leaves but Regan didn't turn. She didn't really care. She was enjoying the sounds of the leaves and such. The wind brushed her hair, whipping it across her face and disturbing the peace. Her cheeks were slightly red with the cool air but it was a nice look for the seventeen year old girl. She pumped her legs slightly and the swing moved back and forth, bringing her equally closer and farther to and away from the monkey bars just ahead. She didn't care if it was childish to swing on the swings. She was simply enjoying her day.