Gone was the light red hair with the purple highlights and the hairband. She'd darkened her hair to match her dark eyebrows and chose a more ... windswept look. With her long face, it was difficult trying to find a suitable style, but I think she chose well here.
And unlike her sister, she didn't go for all those fancy frills and pretty pinks (white is her favourite colour), she opted for a more casual look. After all, she wanted to blend in and not stand out.
She also wished for a guitar. So she picked out the most outlandish/futuristic one in the store and it stood pride of place in their shared room.
You've got it now Ness. Are you going to play it?
Nah, well, maybe later. I just want to stand there and admire it for now.
O-kay then.
Proof that Pat was behind the superglue prank. That night, as both sisters slept, he moved.
Just popped from one area to another (sorry about the warped, fish eye lens pic, only angle I could get). But strangely enough, he landed at the bottom of Nessa's bed and not Sophie's. He must be REALLY ticked off with her if he's choosing to stick with Nessa!
He's a strange little fellow/doll/whatever.
The next day was a free period, so, whilst Sophie tried to make some edible art for her latest project (she still had the bowl glued to her hand) ... a presentation no less. It was part of her forfeit for failing to attend the lecture.
.... Nessa spent time in the upstairs gym, working out, listening to Country music (her favourite) and falling off the treadmill a few times in the process.
Sophie finished her sketching and drawing in record time and feeling proud of herself, she wished to watch the Cooking Channel. Sadly, the TV they had in the common room, had a bad reception and she could only get the Children's Channel instead. She had to sit through Pink Bunnies, Cow Mascots and the like.
She glanced at her watch. It was time for her presentation. So, with portfolio tucked under her arm, she made her way to the Student Union to the lecture hall.
Only a couple of students turned up, since she hadn't advertised it very well. Nervously, she shuffled her notes, cleared her throat and began her unrehearsed speech. The lecture hall, from this angle, looked HUGE!
As she droned on about the merits of taking and appreciating a Fine Arts Degree, the only two students who had turned up ... had the audacity to fall asleep as she was speaking!
"Oh, come on now," she groaned, "surely it's not THAT boring? I'm trying my best here"
Maybe this will teach her a lesson on being late for class in the future?
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