Post by zambini on Jun 26, 2010 18:55:09 GMT -5
Eleni Alexi Sphereack. One of the most dorky - if not dorkiest - girls in the entire school. There was something different about Eleni though - most girls didn't intend to be dorky. In fact, half of the time, they didn't even realise they were being like that. Eleni, however, had become like that from a young age. And never, not whether it was getting dissed for her glasses or smashed for her optimism, had she taken heed of any taunts or teasing. She'd always, and still did, simply give her trademark somewhat goofy yet somehow loveable grin and say, “Since when has your opinion mattered to me?”
This ability to laugh at everyone, with everyone, at herself, cheer people up and continue to ignore bullies, gained her quite a few friends. Some were distant and some were as close as family. All she knew was her dorkiness was infectious.
El had never cared much for how she looked. If she had ginger hair, she was unique. If she had dorky glasses, who cared? Her green eyes clashed with her hair and it didn't matter to her!
She'd never cared much for popularity either. None of it bothered her the way it bothered other seventeen year old females. She was happy, content with who she was. In her eyes, that was all that was needed.
That particular day the optimist had woken up with a yawn, and a comment to herself, praising the beauty of the morning, the peace and tranquility. The birds tweeting, bringing song to her ears. The magnificent sight as the morning fog lapped over, making everything a blur, a blur with hardly any colours. An illusion, of course. All these things, these tiny things, made her day the perfect vision it usually was.
She got dressed, glad it was saturday. She could dress any way she liked. She brushed her red hair, some frizz still staying at the front. The rest of it tumbled over her shoulders, looking like a ginger waterfall. Eleni shrugged at the frizz. At least she had tried!
Soon after having a conversation in the Ravenclaw common room, the dork found herself in the library, her head in a book, her other hand scribbling notes down vigourasly. She was oblivious to anyone passing. She didn't even notice as a shadow appeared over her, and someone sat down at the very same table as she.
outfit
notes - it sucks, I know.
tag - VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC!
This ability to laugh at everyone, with everyone, at herself, cheer people up and continue to ignore bullies, gained her quite a few friends. Some were distant and some were as close as family. All she knew was her dorkiness was infectious.
El had never cared much for how she looked. If she had ginger hair, she was unique. If she had dorky glasses, who cared? Her green eyes clashed with her hair and it didn't matter to her!
She'd never cared much for popularity either. None of it bothered her the way it bothered other seventeen year old females. She was happy, content with who she was. In her eyes, that was all that was needed.
That particular day the optimist had woken up with a yawn, and a comment to herself, praising the beauty of the morning, the peace and tranquility. The birds tweeting, bringing song to her ears. The magnificent sight as the morning fog lapped over, making everything a blur, a blur with hardly any colours. An illusion, of course. All these things, these tiny things, made her day the perfect vision it usually was.
She got dressed, glad it was saturday. She could dress any way she liked. She brushed her red hair, some frizz still staying at the front. The rest of it tumbled over her shoulders, looking like a ginger waterfall. Eleni shrugged at the frizz. At least she had tried!
Soon after having a conversation in the Ravenclaw common room, the dork found herself in the library, her head in a book, her other hand scribbling notes down vigourasly. She was oblivious to anyone passing. She didn't even notice as a shadow appeared over her, and someone sat down at the very same table as she.
outfit
notes - it sucks, I know.
tag - VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC!