by fumeii on Mon Dec 21, 2009 5:03 pm
She was lost in her own world again. It was rather typical of Kailyn to wake up 5:30 in the morning alone in a locked studio just dancing away. Her breakfast had consisted of a muffin and banana. She knew when to feed herself, unlike some of those dancers who thought eating nothing kept them a twig (some of them didn't eat and they were still fat). Hitting a pirouette turn right on spot, she purposely let her legs give away and fell to the slippery hardwood floor onto her bottom. No, she preferred to make a dramatic action of it instead of just sitting down. Bright green eyes stared at the wall occupied by a large pane of mirror, and they glared right back. Her reddish-brown curls were drawn back into a half bun-half ponytail sort, drawing out the dainty features of her face, and if looks could kill, then she'd be a murderer. Evelyn always advised her to relax more, but you begin to get that when you have a rich father who barely supports your passion and constantly switching dancing partners everytime they tried to get a 'piece of you', all for the money. Her choreographers were worth it, but whenever she'd get on their nerves, they just wouldn't seem to quit. They were probably in it for the money as well.
The ring that signaled a text message brought Kailyn back to reality. Picking herself up, she walked over to her bag and rummaged through until she found her cell phone, and sliding it open, it was a text from her father. "Penthouse by 5," she murmured, and checked the time quickly. It was later than it should be, but there were hours until 5 would have reached. Letting out a breath of air, she gathered her things and exited the studio, making sure the lights were turned off as she left. It was about a block away from the penthouse, and zooming through the building, she finally arrived at what she called 'home'. It was nice, save for the fact that her father was in a relationship with a woman only two years older than Evelyn, one younger than Claire, and a well over a decade from Brett. Sticking a slight smile on her face, she past by some guy coming from the direction of her home, gave him a rather confused look, and fumbled with her keys, opening the door.
"I'm back from...it's obvious," she called to particularly no one.