Post by zaharia ray morgen on Feb 9, 2012 4:58:43 GMT -5
Puts on her best smile
But underneath she's a broken girl
Zaharia had had a rough night, she had been brought up in The Bronx and her life had never been easy at all. Sleeping on the streets of Paris was almost the same as sleeping on the streets in The Bronx, except people in Paris tended to stand on you in the early hours of the morning. That was what Zaharia had discovered about Paris, people walked all over you, literally and figuratively.
Shaking her head a little Zaharia sighed softly as she walked into the academy's school yard, looking around she was happy to notice no-one else wandering around. Walking to the nearest bench Zaharia placed her bag and her guitar down carefully before she sat down herself, opening the bag her guitar lived in she pulled her guitar onto her lap before she got comfortable.
Tucking her hair behind her ears Zaharia glanced around again before she started strumming, closing her eyes she just let her fingers run up and down the strings letting the music flow. Taking a deep breath she began singing softly, the lyrics from Avril Lavinge's Innocence passed through her lips gracefully as if she lived and breathed music. And Zaharia did live and breath music, it was the only good thing in her tragic life. Something she could cling to when she couldn't sleep at night because of the nightmares from her past, letting the song finish Zaharia slowly let the music fade and die.
Letting her hands sit still for a moment she opened her eyes with a frown, she could feel someone standing behind her. Growing up basically on the streets she knew when people were near her because it was something she had to learn quickly, "Come any closer and I will thump you" she growled out her American accent seeming thick from the lack of sleep. Keeping her back to whom ever stood behind her Zaharia's senses were on high seeing as she didn't know if the person behind her meant to threaten her.
Clenching her jaw Zaharia waited to hear movement behind her, she wanted to look over her shoulder but she didn't want to know who was there. Years of being abused left her jaded and cynical of people and life, squaring her shoulders Zaharia was getting herself ready to hurt the person in question.
Shaking her head a little Zaharia sighed softly as she walked into the academy's school yard, looking around she was happy to notice no-one else wandering around. Walking to the nearest bench Zaharia placed her bag and her guitar down carefully before she sat down herself, opening the bag her guitar lived in she pulled her guitar onto her lap before she got comfortable.
Tucking her hair behind her ears Zaharia glanced around again before she started strumming, closing her eyes she just let her fingers run up and down the strings letting the music flow. Taking a deep breath she began singing softly, the lyrics from Avril Lavinge's Innocence passed through her lips gracefully as if she lived and breathed music. And Zaharia did live and breath music, it was the only good thing in her tragic life. Something she could cling to when she couldn't sleep at night because of the nightmares from her past, letting the song finish Zaharia slowly let the music fade and die.
Letting her hands sit still for a moment she opened her eyes with a frown, she could feel someone standing behind her. Growing up basically on the streets she knew when people were near her because it was something she had to learn quickly, "Come any closer and I will thump you" she growled out her American accent seeming thick from the lack of sleep. Keeping her back to whom ever stood behind her Zaharia's senses were on high seeing as she didn't know if the person behind her meant to threaten her.
Clenching her jaw Zaharia waited to hear movement behind her, she wanted to look over her shoulder but she didn't want to know who was there. Years of being abused left her jaded and cynical of people and life, squaring her shoulders Zaharia was getting herself ready to hurt the person in question.
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