2010 Senior Portraits San Antonio

okay. so here it is. it IS a fantasy, even though it doesn’t show here.
what do you think? is it horrid? would you read more and what ideas do you get from it?
Prologue
She stood, her eyes set past the wrought iron gates. Her red and gold, long skirt flowed and fluttered with the wind; so did her endless tangle of black hair. She wore a tightly fitted black leather jacket and many silver trinkets. Her eyes were blue and gazing towards the looming building ahead. Giving a heavy sigh, she clutched at a smooth object obscured by her hand, her knuckles whitening.
The gates opened with a click and Eliza French walked into the prying eyes of the boarding school girls.
As she ventured slowly up the white-gravelled path Eliza kept her eyes to the front, trying to ignore the stares and titters of her new class mates. The enduring process was always the same. Eliza walked with her chin raised, her eyes slightly narrowed. She was not scared of them and she did not care what they thought. She also knew that they would want to hunt her, trying to find her weaknesses or strengths. They would test her until they knew whether she was to be accepted. She would not let them get any false ideas.
It was plain that she was not like them, they were all the same. They were one. All in trim, blue blazers and grey kilts. Their straw hats protected them from the little autumn sun, sun that their shiny black T-bars reflected. They were mere pinpoints on Eliza’s radar, only microscopic divots in her life. And besides, she was the hunter.
Chapter One
A girl in shiny black T-bars
Harlow Mitchell wore shiny black T-bars and a straw hat. Her grey kilt-like skirt felt heavy in the warming spring sun. Such attire seemed ridiculous in the late days of term three but nothing would budge the headmistress’s decisions. She laid on the soft green grass out the front of Misteltons Ladies College, a grand old building in central Melbourne. Its high stone walls and surrounding oak trees shaded the most part. The one ring of sunshine was kept for the popular groups, whether hot or not, and Harlow lay in the centre, toying jokes at her friends and smiles at the over-attentive year eights.
The popularity bugged Harlow, never being allowed to say what she wanted, never being allowed to share her secrets unless in the late hours of the night when girls would sneak about. It bugged her that the younger years thought her and her friends to be the coolest, when really they were just trying to move through their last two years of schooling without hassle, waiting patiently for the day that they would walk out of the iron gates as free women. A tug of annoyance also occurred when she was looked at as a girl who had everything, and as a girl who was able to get anything. Her mother was a fashionista and socialite – so what? Her father was dead and her sister was a misfit, but they girl of the campus didn’t know that, and they didn’t know that she was totally dateless, always has been. Harlow had always thought that her overly long legs seemed to scare boys off, and it must have been true. She had blonde long hair and green eyes, she wasn’t fat and her skin was always glowing…
These petty thoughts were what swirled in Harlow’s mind for the majority of her days. She always had to keep things bottled up. She had to be prim and proper in front of her other and respectably mellow in front hot her classmates. She was never her. So that’s why, on this warm spring day, Harlow felt envy bolt through her, surging like an electric current through every vein when she saw the unusual girl at the gates of their school.
‘”Hey Harlow,” Portia, one of her closest friends giggled as she hoisted her skirt up in order to start tanning for the hot seasons. “
thsnks

Tags

class rings