Post by LOTTIE RENARD on Jun 8, 2011 21:50:31 GMT
Oh na na, what's my name?
What's my name, what's my name?
Not everybody knows how to work my body
Knows how to make me want it
What's my name, what's my name?
Not everybody knows how to work my body
Knows how to make me want it
Lottie walked down the stairs which were headed towards the courtyard. She was headed out there to write in her journal. She was hoping to enjoy the last few weeks of warm weather before it got too cold for her to even try. She was glad to see that it was still quite warm out that day. She smiled and walked over to a bench located near the biggest tree in the whole courtyard. She then took out her book let down her hair and began to write quietly. She normally wouldn't of taken her hair out but she had a lot of trouble finding an elastic that morning, so she put her hair up with her quill. Which may have looked sort of odd to the first years her passed by on her way out.[/i][/blockquote]
Lottie figured they just didn't know how it was for her to have to deal with her hair falling on her neck all the time and getting caught in her school bag, it really was quite annoying for her. Lottie began to read her hair blowing softly in the wind which was cool today but not so cold she had to worry about getting sick.
Lottie was feeling quite happy that day and was really hoping that maybe she might see someone her age, ang that they would maybe talk to her for a moment or two. She was thinking that probably wouldn't happen though, they'd probably just ignore her like usual. Everyone seemed to ignore her, which was just too annoying for her own good.
