[open] -- one less traveled by Mar 23, 2008 10:18:49 GMT -5
Post by Lauralee McKie on Mar 23, 2008 10:18:49 GMT -5
"Lauralee, honey...are you up?" a woman called up the stairs, her voice expressing the fact the two of them were indeed late for the day. Her skirt flowed around her knees, made of silk and a bit of lace. She waved her arm about as she spoke, the light jingling of gold bracelets carrying through the vaulted staircase. The air around her smelled of sweet flowers, those Forget Me Not's she always got for her birthday from her husband. Her hair was wrapped around what looked like a pair of chopsticks atop her her head, still dampened from the morning's shower. "Lauralee...?" she called again as she began to ascend the stairs.
As if on queue, Lauralee had popped her head out of the bathroom door across the hall from her own bedroom. "Uh-huh, almost ready. Sorry, I was in the shower and didn't hear you call the first time." Her hair was wet and sticking to her forehead, but she was dressed. She took a piece of wet hair in her hand, twisting it gently around her index finger absently as she spoke. Her mother laughed, crossing her arms over her chest. "All right, sweet heart, just get a move on." and she then turned on her heel to start a pot of coffee.
Lauralee took this time to brush out her hair as well as blow it dry, long and straight. Her bangs were left lying on her forehead, only now they were dry and looked a lot lighter than before. She took a round brush to them, lifting and forcing a bit of volume in them before grabbing her book bag and gym bag filled with her dance gear. She slipped her socked feet into shoes which were already tied of the skate variety and with that she smelled the coffee as she descended the staircase. "Mmmm, that smells delicious!" she said with a tone of want her voice. She filled her travel mug to the brim, twisted the cap on and gave her mother a peck on the cheek as she waved goodbye.
It was crisp and cool outside, Lauralee noticed as she zipped her jacket up to her throat. She pulled the fabric close, stretching the material over her chest. Her car was parked in the large driveway next to her father's, the squeeze between the two being tight, but she managed every morning. The vehicle wasn't much, but it got her from point A to point B, and she didn't mind it's appearances much. She just barely had room to shimmy into the driver's seat, leaving her bags on the concrete driveway until she pulled out onto the street so she had room to open the back door.
With this, she was off onto the road heading to the school. She was only late by her own routine standards, being that she liked to enter the school a whole hour earlier than she really needed to be there so she could get in a bit of rehearsal time before homeroom. She didn't mind, however, losing that time this morning because she had been up half the night before practicing her positioning. The ride to school was filled with soft, classical music she was currently working on choreographing a solo piece to perform for the recruiters of the local dance studio she was hoping to attend after high school. Yes, she did have an entire year left, but she liked being prepared...really prepared.
Her moves danced in her head as she drove, pulling into the parking lot designated for the Junior class. This lot was indicated in purple, both on the curbs and the maps they handed out to the new Freshman. She thought for a moment how she didn't really care for purple, but chose a space to park anyway. She turned the engine off and pulled her key out of the ignition. The car purred to sleep, falling silent in the morning dew. She pulled her bags onto either arm, locking the doors behind her. "Another morning; another adventure."