The evanescent smoke floated up to the ceiling. The old moldy tiles crumbled in their metal skeletal frames. Everything about this room smelled of old, decay, forgotten, it was the perfect spot. The tiles were no longer white, their color moving towards a much dingier brown. Dust clung to everything. Particles of it danced in the light coming from a half covered window. A few of the tiles had fallen and their broken pieces littered the equally dusty floor.
A pair of footprints could be seen in the dust, revealing the browning tiles beneath the thin layer. They led to a pair of black sneakers. She leaned back against one of the old desks. It was one of the few that was still able to stand. The skeletal remains of old desks littered the room. Names scratched onto broken up wooden surfaces. Ben + Lacy 4ever. Gag.
Eclaire leaned back against the desk. She had on a dark purple tube top and a pair of jean shorts that barely qualified as clothing. The top of her cell phone peeked out of one pocket, the top of a pack of smokes out the other. She pulled another drag and blew the smoke back up to the ceiling, watching it disappear.
Eclaire had long wavy hair, dyed a dark black color, and her skin was lightly tanned. She had light green eyes, dark green streaked throughout, giving them a multi-dimensional look. Her nails were painted a dark purple, each other with a black dot in the center. Only one hand though. Her other lacked nail polish completely. It wasn’t that she thought it was stylish… no… she had just gotten bored of painting them and so stopped.
Eclaire pulled on the remainder of her cigarette and tossed the butt onto the floor, grinding it into the cement tiling and sending up another cloud of dust. She waved it away with her hand and went to the half-covered window. She pulled at the sheet and in a sudden release the whole thing came tumbling down in a billow of fabric and dust.
Elcaire blinked the dust out of her eye and suppressed a coughing spree that was rising up in her throat.
“Damn curtains. Think they’d clean this place up a bit.â€Â
She leaned against the wall and looked out the window as she opened her pack and pulled out another smoke.
A pair of footprints could be seen in the dust, revealing the browning tiles beneath the thin layer. They led to a pair of black sneakers. She leaned back against one of the old desks. It was one of the few that was still able to stand. The skeletal remains of old desks littered the room. Names scratched onto broken up wooden surfaces. Ben + Lacy 4ever. Gag.
Eclaire leaned back against the desk. She had on a dark purple tube top and a pair of jean shorts that barely qualified as clothing. The top of her cell phone peeked out of one pocket, the top of a pack of smokes out the other. She pulled another drag and blew the smoke back up to the ceiling, watching it disappear.
Eclaire had long wavy hair, dyed a dark black color, and her skin was lightly tanned. She had light green eyes, dark green streaked throughout, giving them a multi-dimensional look. Her nails were painted a dark purple, each other with a black dot in the center. Only one hand though. Her other lacked nail polish completely. It wasn’t that she thought it was stylish… no… she had just gotten bored of painting them and so stopped.
Eclaire pulled on the remainder of her cigarette and tossed the butt onto the floor, grinding it into the cement tiling and sending up another cloud of dust. She waved it away with her hand and went to the half-covered window. She pulled at the sheet and in a sudden release the whole thing came tumbling down in a billow of fabric and dust.
Elcaire blinked the dust out of her eye and suppressed a coughing spree that was rising up in her throat.
“Damn curtains. Think they’d clean this place up a bit.â€Â
She leaned against the wall and looked out the window as she opened her pack and pulled out another smoke.