Pendant
by Keruseyu
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A young woman sat amidst strewn about tissue paper, staring at the necklace in her hand. Her light brown hair flowed to her mid-back, sweeping to make a shimmering curtain around the object she was gripping so uneasily.
Another girl, about the age of the first, leaned against a doorframe in their 5-bedroom, spacious dorm. Her red hair was only shoulder-length, tied back in a low ponytail. Light purple eyes were set in her determined face. The middriff shirt she wore was black, as were her hip-hugger flares. Red letters flowed down her hip, forming the word 'Alanna.'
"So, Kel, what did you get now?" Kel jumped, glaring at her oh-so-quiet friend. Alanna, grinning, made her way through the mess of gift wrap on the floor and plopped down beside her.
Kel shook her head. "It's nothing, really. This necklace just creeps me out." Alanna looked at the pendant, raising one eyebrow. "It looks like ordinary thrift shop material to me." she murmured. "But it's real silver... And it's unusual for thrifts to sell something this well made."
She handed the pendant back to her friend, getting up silently from their cocoon of tissue and boxes. She turned when she reached the door, fishing something out of her pocket. She tossed it to her friend, face slightly pink.
"Huh?" Kel stared at the object. It was a small box, blanketed in blue wrapping paper. "Happy B-day, Kel." Without another word, she turned and strolled calmly into the hall, heading for her room.
Kel gently snipped the tape from the wrapping, setting the wrap aside gently. Inside the box were two things; a gift card to Express, her favorite store, and a little book called, "Poetry: A Collection of the Finest Literature Ever Written." Kel grinned, eyes alight. "Yo, Alan!" She called, using the nickname of her roomate. "Thanks!"
"Whatever." She answered, voice happier than usual. "You should wear that necklace to tonight's party at Ashley's Express. It looks good on you."
Kel beamed at the advice- Alanna's compliments were rare- and gathered the remains of the paper, throwing it all in the trash can.
She headed to the bathroom to take a shower, holding the poetry book out in front of her, reading aloud as she grabbed a towel.
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Author's note: Whaddaya think? Alanna is way OOC, but I DO NO CARE!!!! YOU HEAR ME, PEOPLE??!!! YOU HEAR ME? If anyone comments on that negatively, they will be restricted from giving me reviews! I did it to THE Flamer, and i'll do it to you!!!
Ah, sorry for going dark side there. Please review! *Glares at cowering flamers, cornering them while holding up a knife*
Oh, disclaimer for both my Pierce stories! I have nothing to do with the writing of the Pierce series! Full credit goes to Tamora Pierce!
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"Hey, Kel, do I look alright?" Kel turned from applying her mascara as Lalasa, another one of her roomies, sat on her bed. "I mean, please tell me what you think. I'm sorry for being so impolite." Kel deadpanned at her very quiet friend. "Uh, Lalasa, save it for the professors!"
Lalasa brightened visibly, eyes twinkling. "Sorry, but I need the practice. Pretty soon, i'm going to be as rude as Buri." Another, rougher voice came from the door. The talked-of personage walked in, looking agitated. "I heard that." She growled.
She was followed by their other 5 housmates- Daine Sarrasri, and, of course, Alanna.
Every girl looked pretty gothic; all wore major eyeliner, all-black clothes, and Daine had even put red streaks in her smokey, styled hair.
Only Lalasa looked in the least refined, and that was only because only the skin on her hands and face showed. All of the rest of her was swathed in sleek black silk, flowing around her.
Kel glanced down at her flares and blouse, examining the pendant she wore. Alanna was right: it did look good on her, and all the others agreed with her when she spoke of it.
Trying to release her ever-growing dread, she managed to get in their car for the ride to the club.
by Keruseyu
===
A young woman sat amidst strewn about tissue paper, staring at the necklace in her hand. Her light brown hair flowed to her mid-back, sweeping to make a shimmering curtain around the object she was gripping so uneasily.
Another girl, about the age of the first, leaned against a doorframe in their 5-bedroom, spacious dorm. Her red hair was only shoulder-length, tied back in a low ponytail. Light purple eyes were set in her determined face. The middriff shirt she wore was black, as were her hip-hugger flares. Red letters flowed down her hip, forming the word 'Alanna.'
"So, Kel, what did you get now?" Kel jumped, glaring at her oh-so-quiet friend. Alanna, grinning, made her way through the mess of gift wrap on the floor and plopped down beside her.
Kel shook her head. "It's nothing, really. This necklace just creeps me out." Alanna looked at the pendant, raising one eyebrow. "It looks like ordinary thrift shop material to me." she murmured. "But it's real silver... And it's unusual for thrifts to sell something this well made."
She handed the pendant back to her friend, getting up silently from their cocoon of tissue and boxes. She turned when she reached the door, fishing something out of her pocket. She tossed it to her friend, face slightly pink.
"Huh?" Kel stared at the object. It was a small box, blanketed in blue wrapping paper. "Happy B-day, Kel." Without another word, she turned and strolled calmly into the hall, heading for her room.
Kel gently snipped the tape from the wrapping, setting the wrap aside gently. Inside the box were two things; a gift card to Express, her favorite store, and a little book called, "Poetry: A Collection of the Finest Literature Ever Written." Kel grinned, eyes alight. "Yo, Alan!" She called, using the nickname of her roomate. "Thanks!"
"Whatever." She answered, voice happier than usual. "You should wear that necklace to tonight's party at Ashley's Express. It looks good on you."
Kel beamed at the advice- Alanna's compliments were rare- and gathered the remains of the paper, throwing it all in the trash can.
She headed to the bathroom to take a shower, holding the poetry book out in front of her, reading aloud as she grabbed a towel.
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Author's note: Whaddaya think? Alanna is way OOC, but I DO NO CARE!!!! YOU HEAR ME, PEOPLE??!!! YOU HEAR ME? If anyone comments on that negatively, they will be restricted from giving me reviews! I did it to THE Flamer, and i'll do it to you!!!
Ah, sorry for going dark side there. Please review! *Glares at cowering flamers, cornering them while holding up a knife*
Oh, disclaimer for both my Pierce stories! I have nothing to do with the writing of the Pierce series! Full credit goes to Tamora Pierce!
===
"Hey, Kel, do I look alright?" Kel turned from applying her mascara as Lalasa, another one of her roomies, sat on her bed. "I mean, please tell me what you think. I'm sorry for being so impolite." Kel deadpanned at her very quiet friend. "Uh, Lalasa, save it for the professors!"
Lalasa brightened visibly, eyes twinkling. "Sorry, but I need the practice. Pretty soon, i'm going to be as rude as Buri." Another, rougher voice came from the door. The talked-of personage walked in, looking agitated. "I heard that." She growled.
She was followed by their other 5 housmates- Daine Sarrasri, and, of course, Alanna.
Every girl looked pretty gothic; all wore major eyeliner, all-black clothes, and Daine had even put red streaks in her smokey, styled hair.
Only Lalasa looked in the least refined, and that was only because only the skin on her hands and face showed. All of the rest of her was swathed in sleek black silk, flowing around her.
Kel glanced down at her flares and blouse, examining the pendant she wore. Alanna was right: it did look good on her, and all the others agreed with her when she spoke of it.
Trying to release her ever-growing dread, she managed to get in their car for the ride to the club.