Post by Lissie Lionel on Jun 28, 2006 13:40:56 GMT -5
It was a hot day for September, and school was barely in session. On any other normal Saturday, Lissie would probably be shopping, or at someone's party house in the Hamptons-or, really, anything that involved getting attention and being with friends. However, today she was in a bad mood, and when she was in a bad mood, she hated everyone. An ex-boyfriend had once told her that when she was happy, she was beautiful, but when she was furious, she was stunning. And she liked to be stunning.
Her driver was given the weekend off, which was ridiculous, and Scott was-well, no one was quite sure, because he tended to disappear a lot. He could have easily been drunk on some cruise up to Alaska, and their parents wouldn't notice. In fact, the only reason Lissie herself had noticed was because she needed him to drive her to the beach. Her dad was being his usual aggravated self, smoking a cigar and betting on horse races in their library, and her mother was at some elite tea party in Nantucket, to commemorate Madonna's acceptance into Kabbalah, or whatever.
Left with no options and no plans, Lissie got it into her head that maybe she could walk somewhere. Poor people did it all the time, right? And if poor people could do it, she could easily do it ten times better. So she needed to walk some place close, where she would still be noticed, and would have something to do....
Which is how she'd ended up here, in Central Park. On some empty stretch of grass, she'd spread out her cashmere Hermes blanket, donned a white Dior string bikini, an oversized pair of black sunglasses, and laid down on her back. Her blond hair was incredibly straight today, but she wore it in a side braid, with a flower tucked behind her ear. She sighed deeply. There, that was much better.
A few minutes later, she started to hear some music. It was irritating her, because it was distracting her from her own video iPod. Trying her best to look pissed-off, she cast an evil look to anyone near by, removed her tiny headphones from her ears, pushed her sunglasses back into her head, and realized it was she who was supplying the music. Her newest ringtone, "Promiscuous" by Nelly Furtado and some rapping idiot alerted her that Lilly was calling. Rolling her eyes, she flipped open her Motorola Razr, and flipped it shut again, so it would stop ringing. She loved Lilly, but just couldn't deal with her right now. She was pissed off, remember?
Replacing her sunglasses, she laid back down onto her blanket. With a killer body and a gorgeous tan, Lissie knew she looked good. She was just waiting for someone else to come along and notice her, too. After all, she did love an audience.
[/size]Her driver was given the weekend off, which was ridiculous, and Scott was-well, no one was quite sure, because he tended to disappear a lot. He could have easily been drunk on some cruise up to Alaska, and their parents wouldn't notice. In fact, the only reason Lissie herself had noticed was because she needed him to drive her to the beach. Her dad was being his usual aggravated self, smoking a cigar and betting on horse races in their library, and her mother was at some elite tea party in Nantucket, to commemorate Madonna's acceptance into Kabbalah, or whatever.
Left with no options and no plans, Lissie got it into her head that maybe she could walk somewhere. Poor people did it all the time, right? And if poor people could do it, she could easily do it ten times better. So she needed to walk some place close, where she would still be noticed, and would have something to do....
Which is how she'd ended up here, in Central Park. On some empty stretch of grass, she'd spread out her cashmere Hermes blanket, donned a white Dior string bikini, an oversized pair of black sunglasses, and laid down on her back. Her blond hair was incredibly straight today, but she wore it in a side braid, with a flower tucked behind her ear. She sighed deeply. There, that was much better.
A few minutes later, she started to hear some music. It was irritating her, because it was distracting her from her own video iPod. Trying her best to look pissed-off, she cast an evil look to anyone near by, removed her tiny headphones from her ears, pushed her sunglasses back into her head, and realized it was she who was supplying the music. Her newest ringtone, "Promiscuous" by Nelly Furtado and some rapping idiot alerted her that Lilly was calling. Rolling her eyes, she flipped open her Motorola Razr, and flipped it shut again, so it would stop ringing. She loved Lilly, but just couldn't deal with her right now. She was pissed off, remember?
Replacing her sunglasses, she laid back down onto her blanket. With a killer body and a gorgeous tan, Lissie knew she looked good. She was just waiting for someone else to come along and notice her, too. After all, she did love an audience.
