it's amazingly STRANGE! (closed for sav)

[JORDAN BAILEY]

here the seasons don't exist!

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Falling out bed was never a good idea. It hurt. Hurting wasn't really a good thing. Another reason why falling out a bed wasn't a good idea was that it usually made other people wake up. And they wouldn't be happy. Even with Jordan's small frame, she still made a bit of a thud as she hit the ground, waking instantly. And let's not forget the curses that spilled from her mouth as she realized what happened. It was approximately seven-thirty in the morning. Thirty minutes until breakfast started on a normal school day. Several of the girls in her dorm were already up, but others were still asleep, but most were awake soon afterwards. "Sorrysorry!" Jordan apologized profusely, indeed sorry for waking them. It was the third time this week she had fallen out of her bed, plagued by uneasy sleep. She hadn't been having the best of thoughts recently, and they even played in her dreams. And sometimes, she was able to wake up before she fell, and she fell in her dreams as well, but not today. She had fallen from her bed onto the ground once again, much to her chagrin.

One or two of the girls sneered at her, saying nasty comments because of her falling. Normal people didn't fall off their beds. Only babies did, they told her. She ignored them. One good thing about the girl was that she didn't care how people treated her. They could treat her like trash for all she cared, but when they talked bad about someone she knew, or even a stranger, she got ticked. She hated those that belittled others. It pissed her off to no end. Okay, so she had friends that did. Well, somewhat of a friend. Ezra did. Hell, he killed people for fuck's sake. But she wasn't supposed to know that. And he wasn't quite a friend. He was, but he wasn't. It was weird. Here's an explanation. She had a best friend, Sammii. Ezra was Sammii's boyfriend. Which kinda meant she had to at least tolerate him. And she became friends with him before she knew about the whole killing deal. And she was still friends with him. It was just a bit odd. But for the most part, she didn't think about that.

Yawning, the girl picked herself up off the ground, grinning. Sure, it had hurt a bit, but she had gotten used to it. It had happened enough times. And she couldn't heal bruises anyways. Not to mention she was clumsy, so she had gotten hurt plenty of times before. She'd probably end up on her ass at least two more times today. Maybe more, depending. Jay told everyone that asked that she was fine, and they smiled back at her. She was super nice, friendly, and hyper a lot. Maybe people liked her, so it was rare for someone to not smile at her. Only a few people didn't.

The small, lithe girl pranced into the bathroom, and fixed her hair with a few other girls, pink and white streaks in her hair, and pink extensions added. She also straightened her hair, of course, but it was mostly straight naturally, she just needed a little bit of straightening done. That done, she lined her eyes with black and hopped out the door, grabbing her back and dashing down to the cafeteria for breakfast. Her normal breakfast was only a granny smith apple. The school food wasn't that great, but the apples were. Occasionally she might take a muffin, if she had more time. But usually, she could only get an apple in before classes started. She wasn't a really fast eater, and apples were really good, anyways.

Finishing the apple, Jay danced her way to her first class, bag full of the books she needed. Luckily. Most people didn't bring their books and stuff to breakfast, so before the first bell rang for class, many of them had to dash back to their dorms. The fallen angel wasn't one of them, with all her books (plus her sketchbook) in one of her bags. Because she had many of them. Hey, they were pretty much amazing. At least hers were, anyways.

Classes passed, a day filled with monotone voices and learning. Well, she was supposedly learning. Mostly she just sat there and doodled in her notebooks. There wasn't too much interesting about her lessons. Not too much, anyways. The middle of the day was interrupted with lunch, the junior eating a slice of pizza. It was actually pretty good, believe it or not. And then after lunch, (her talking to friends and sketching while she had been eating) classes resumed. It was that continuious mess of teachers rambling on about this or that, students told to take notes, and the occasional question where a student was to answer. That was basically the most eventful thing during classes. Most of them were pretty boring. Thought CYP was always good.

And then...it was over. They were free for the rest of the day. Until the next morning would be repeated. Hopefully without the falling out of bed, though. That would be greatly appreciated. Humming, Jay went back to her dorm and pulled her books out of her bag and set them by the foot of her bed, as per normal, until morning when they'd probably be put in one of her other bags and dragged around the classrooms as they were everyday. Well, except for saturday and sunday, when it was the weekend. Thank goodness they didn't have classes then. If they did, Jay would probably scream. And be tragically upset. Except not really. But that was okay, too.

The small girl dropped her bag on the bed and looked out the window. It would be cold, like always. There was hardly a break from the frigid weather of the north. There was usually snow on the ground, but this was one of those days where there wasn't. It was relatively nice outside, for where they lived. Pulling on a hoodie, she grabbed her bag again, and exited the dorm room, skipping down the corridor. It wasn't a surprise. She hated just walking normally. For her, the hyper, crazy, weird girl, she liked to dance and prance her way around, instead of walking. Walking was such a normal activity. Why would she do it when she could frolick through the halls?

And then she was outside, her small body attacked by the cool winds. It wasn't too cold. It was warm enough that water was not frozen. Jay wouldn't reccomend going swimming in it, but it wasn't frozen. The fallen angel marched her way towards the lake, her destination set in her mind. Very little would hinder her. Except maybe seeing a friend. And any sort of sweets or caffeine. Lucky for her, nothing of the sort could distract her, and she made it to the lake without any problem. She sat under a tree and leaned back against it, a soft smile on her lips. She pulled out her sketchbook and several pencils of different quality and started working on a sketch that she hadn't yet finished. It was of a person. Who? Well, she didn't exactly know yet. It was a creation of her own. Maybe it was someone she did know, and just didn't know it was that person yet. She didn't know. All she knew was that she had already fallen deep in her work. And anybody that crept upon her now would easily scare her. Probably. With as easily as Jordan scared, it was highly doubtful that anybody that approached wouldn't scare her. She scared too easily to not jump at any sudden sound or movement near her.

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``tagged!
sav! (slash whoever she's using x33)

``word count!
1,302

``outfit!
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``notes!
woo! got it done. here ya go, dearrr!<33 (sorry for suckiness. shut up, i think it's sucky so there xD)

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