Hey babes! Angel's back after......Um...Well, quite a while. I'm ever so sorry. ^_^v But anyway, here
we go and I'm trying to get out 2 chapters for G.S today.... Enjoy!
Go ahead, Cheebz....Cheebz? Honey, comon. *Shakes her gently* We both have strep throat, and
baby girl here consoles herself by sleeping for a LONG time.
*Chibi Angel stands up sleepily in a sleeping outfit resembling Chibi Chibi's green bunny suit thing,
only in soft pink flannel, with her gold curls down for once and peeking out through her hood, and
yawns.*
We dunown sawowmoown.
So peazies, downt sue. *wide yawn*
I'm a sleepy little angel
Who wants to sleep, do you want to, too?
*falls back asleep as angel sweatdrops*
Goodbye, Serena
Chapter Seven
Something Potentially Deadly
I struggled to keep looking up as Ivy had instructed while the angel-like model applied powder with
a gigantic brush to my "peaches-and-cream" complexion. I kept giggling, however--the brush
was roughly 4 times the size of the large brush my dad uses to brush away the hairs when he shaves.
"Rena!" huffed Ivy, glaring so poutily at me that I couldn't help smiling. Ivy was like a little girl,
demanding complete attention. "Stop laughing. You're scrunching up your face."
She stepped back and examined my face critically. "You know," she drawled, closing the powder
compact with a click. "I was thinking. 'Serena' isn't really...Glamorous enough for the modeling world.
How about..." She appeared to be flipping through the data banks of her mind, searching for a
suitably "glamorous" name. She paused, scrutinizing my face again and coming to rest on my eyes.
"Azure?"
I wrinkled my nose. "Azure?" I chewed gently on my bottom lip. "I like my name," I informed
Ivy uncertainly.
"Of *course* you do," she said soothingly, indulgently, as if I was a small child. "I *adore* your name,
Sere. It's *so* tres...Cute. It's just not, *chic*."
"I--" I began heatedly, but stopped dead. Why was I arguing? Being a model had always been my life
long dream. Now I finally had the chance, and I was about to blow it because an amazing looking
was telling me my name wasn't chic and I should change it a bit? I don't *think* so.
I met Ivy's icy eyes with a smile. "Azure it is."
She smiled too, a slow, cold curving of her lips. "I knew you'd see things my way."
It was silly, but I shivered. There was something about that smile--maybe the icy twist of her perfectly
shaped lips; or possibly the knowing glint in those secretive eyes--that scared me. It was as if she knew
something I didn't...
Something potentionally deadly.
we go and I'm trying to get out 2 chapters for G.S today.... Enjoy!
Go ahead, Cheebz....Cheebz? Honey, comon. *Shakes her gently* We both have strep throat, and
baby girl here consoles herself by sleeping for a LONG time.
*Chibi Angel stands up sleepily in a sleeping outfit resembling Chibi Chibi's green bunny suit thing,
only in soft pink flannel, with her gold curls down for once and peeking out through her hood, and
yawns.*
We dunown sawowmoown.
So peazies, downt sue. *wide yawn*
I'm a sleepy little angel
Who wants to sleep, do you want to, too?
*falls back asleep as angel sweatdrops*
Goodbye, Serena
Chapter Seven
Something Potentially Deadly
I struggled to keep looking up as Ivy had instructed while the angel-like model applied powder with
a gigantic brush to my "peaches-and-cream" complexion. I kept giggling, however--the brush
was roughly 4 times the size of the large brush my dad uses to brush away the hairs when he shaves.
"Rena!" huffed Ivy, glaring so poutily at me that I couldn't help smiling. Ivy was like a little girl,
demanding complete attention. "Stop laughing. You're scrunching up your face."
She stepped back and examined my face critically. "You know," she drawled, closing the powder
compact with a click. "I was thinking. 'Serena' isn't really...Glamorous enough for the modeling world.
How about..." She appeared to be flipping through the data banks of her mind, searching for a
suitably "glamorous" name. She paused, scrutinizing my face again and coming to rest on my eyes.
"Azure?"
I wrinkled my nose. "Azure?" I chewed gently on my bottom lip. "I like my name," I informed
Ivy uncertainly.
"Of *course* you do," she said soothingly, indulgently, as if I was a small child. "I *adore* your name,
Sere. It's *so* tres...Cute. It's just not, *chic*."
"I--" I began heatedly, but stopped dead. Why was I arguing? Being a model had always been my life
long dream. Now I finally had the chance, and I was about to blow it because an amazing looking
was telling me my name wasn't chic and I should change it a bit? I don't *think* so.
I met Ivy's icy eyes with a smile. "Azure it is."
She smiled too, a slow, cold curving of her lips. "I knew you'd see things my way."
It was silly, but I shivered. There was something about that smile--maybe the icy twist of her perfectly
shaped lips; or possibly the knowing glint in those secretive eyes--that scared me. It was as if she knew
something I didn't...
Something potentionally deadly.
