It was twelve o'clock on another boringly, perfect saturday afternoon, the cool gentle breeze that was blowing, cared with it the chattering of birds and the laughter of children playing on the playground of a local park. Mira was sitting comfortably on a park bench reading her script for the latest play that she was in. She was dressed in beige cargo short shorts, knee high hiking boots, a short white tee, and a beige cargo vest. Her hair was long, black, and messy. She liked the rugged archaeologist type look, and it suited her well. She was around the age of twenty- one, she had the body of an athlete, her stomach was perfectly sculpted, and she had long legs. Her skin was the color of cinnamon, her lips were supple and plump. She had big beautiful lavender eyes, which made her even more exotic, and mysterious. But to those who knew well she was just Mira, a young college student with dreams of becoming a broadway star and as well a world famous archaeologist. Mira was a fun loving person, with a kind heart and the brains of an evil genius.
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 Artemys_Lyght21 · Sun Feb 10, 2008 @ 01:53am · 0 Comments |
