5/21/2002
Legs dangling on the inside of the old window, Erin had her left hand wrapped around a drainpipe, pulling up on it to keep herself balanced. The right, of course, held both a vodka bottle and a cigarette. Her skirt, a terrible blue plaid was riding up her legs, exposing more flesh than was perhaps advisable. Another wriggle and she was practically hanging out the window, just calves and ankles left on the other side of the wall. Arm moved for a drag and then a gulp before again, readjusting. A fountain of giggles came from the girl, hair whipping around her face in the wind.
On the inside, in the girl's bathroom, stood a group of three girls. One, a lanky blonde girl with large blue eyes, was holding Erin's feet. She was wearing khakis and a white shirt, her blue blazer draped over the sink. "Erin... really... get in here! You're going to get hurt!" She was mousy, squeaky and was shifting her weight from foot to foot. Her little hands gave a tug on Erin's ankles, trying to force her in. But Erin just kicked her feet free.
"Really, Anna!" Called through the wall. "Chill."
The other girls, dressed more like Erin in short skirts and small heels, their white button ups tied around their waists just laughed at the mousey Anna. One even tried to thrust a vodka bottle into her hand. "Yeah, Anna, chill." The bottle was waggled in her face, but all she would do was shake her head, causing the stringy blonde hair to fall in her face.
"Stop being such a spoil sport." The other girl, with a mess of curly brown hair and red painted lips snickered at Anna, "I don't know why Erin puts up with you, anyway."
"Be nice in there!" Erin waved a foot as if she were waggling a finger, giggling at the hilarity of it. Her little body, still undeveloped(as much as it was going to, anyway) curling up towards the wall. Suddenly the girls from inside heard a clankclank and Erin curse under her breath, "Damnit!" Anna's hands tightened to a death grip on Erin's ankles. She could be choking the life out of the girl's poor feet.
"Are you okay, Erin?" Anna's weight kept shifting from foot to foot, her face turning a little red with worry.
"I dropped the fucking bottle." She took a long drag from her cigarette, eyes glancing down the three stories where the bottle had landed in some bushes. "Becca, can you go down there and get that?" Becca, the girl with the curly hair, sighed and just left the bathroom, feet clicking on the tile as she rushed to get down there before their contraband was discovered. "God damn it...."
"Erin!" Anna was now completely red, her eyes even a little wide. "Stop taking the Lord's name in vain and get in here. This minute!" It was rare for Anna to take a stance like this. To really demand anything from Erin at all. The two had grown up together, known each other for years, and once they got to boarding school... Erin had become more popular. The bad girl. she had always been the daring one. The reckless one. But, Anna secretly loved the excitement... she loved being there to see Erin's antics, even if she couldn't bring herself to participate. "You're going to get hurt. Or caught. Or both!" Anna took everything seriously, Erin took nothing seriously. It was how they operated, really. And Anna knew, better than Erin, in fact, that if Erin had one more mark on her record, they were likely to send her home. For good. And to be expelled from this school... the most prestigious school in the world, perhaps.. that would spell disaster for Erin's future. Elizabeth, the girl with the other bottle, long black hair and equally bland eyes, rolled them at Anna, snickering a little. She took a long swig from the bottle, her back turned to the window and the panicking blonde.
"Stop worrying, Annabear." Erin laughed, looking down to see Becca scooping up the bottle. A last drag taken from the cigarette and Erin let go of the pole, ready to ease herself inside. She wiggled her legs a few times, causing Anna to let go. And just as she was sliding her legs in through the window, bending at the waist to grasp the inside of the window frame with her hands, Anna made the funniest face. It was partially dismay, and partially shock. Erin's underwear were there for the three to see as she wiggled her legs, being completely immodest.. and it was a thong. The idea of a thong, to a well raised girl like Anna. A well raised unquestioning girl like Anna... it likened Erin to a prostitute. It was going too far. As her face contorted, Erin could do nothing but laugh. And it was that consuming giggle. The one that made Erin curl into a little ball, roll on the floor, turn red, be unable to breathe, that perhaps changed the course of her life.
Fingers slid off of the window frame and her weight tilted backward. She started to slide, skin scraping on wood as she tumbled backwards. Anna reached out, just a little too late, to grab a single of Erin's shoes, ending with it in her hand. Erin, however, had bent at the waist, grasping like crazy for anything she could grab, but sadly, there was nothing that would hold her weight. Luckily, or perhaps Erin would be a different, more paralyzed person, she somehow kicked her feet out under herself before she hit the bushes and then the ground. The twist from a sitting to standing position, while shocking for the girls watching, was what saved the young girl's life.
Becca's hands went out, as if she could brace the tumbling friend, but just brushed her side as she tumbled to the ground. A pile of arms, legs, torn skin and torn clothes, Erin came to a stop about fifty feet from where she started. A little groan and she lost consciousness.
Happy 15th Birthday, Erinalle Whitiker.
Legs dangling on the inside of the old window, Erin had her left hand wrapped around a drainpipe, pulling up on it to keep herself balanced. The right, of course, held both a vodka bottle and a cigarette. Her skirt, a terrible blue plaid was riding up her legs, exposing more flesh than was perhaps advisable. Another wriggle and she was practically hanging out the window, just calves and ankles left on the other side of the wall. Arm moved for a drag and then a gulp before again, readjusting. A fountain of giggles came from the girl, hair whipping around her face in the wind.
On the inside, in the girl's bathroom, stood a group of three girls. One, a lanky blonde girl with large blue eyes, was holding Erin's feet. She was wearing khakis and a white shirt, her blue blazer draped over the sink. "Erin... really... get in here! You're going to get hurt!" She was mousy, squeaky and was shifting her weight from foot to foot. Her little hands gave a tug on Erin's ankles, trying to force her in. But Erin just kicked her feet free.
"Really, Anna!" Called through the wall. "Chill."
The other girls, dressed more like Erin in short skirts and small heels, their white button ups tied around their waists just laughed at the mousey Anna. One even tried to thrust a vodka bottle into her hand. "Yeah, Anna, chill." The bottle was waggled in her face, but all she would do was shake her head, causing the stringy blonde hair to fall in her face.
"Stop being such a spoil sport." The other girl, with a mess of curly brown hair and red painted lips snickered at Anna, "I don't know why Erin puts up with you, anyway."
"Be nice in there!" Erin waved a foot as if she were waggling a finger, giggling at the hilarity of it. Her little body, still undeveloped(as much as it was going to, anyway) curling up towards the wall. Suddenly the girls from inside heard a clankclank and Erin curse under her breath, "Damnit!" Anna's hands tightened to a death grip on Erin's ankles. She could be choking the life out of the girl's poor feet.
"Are you okay, Erin?" Anna's weight kept shifting from foot to foot, her face turning a little red with worry.
"I dropped the fucking bottle." She took a long drag from her cigarette, eyes glancing down the three stories where the bottle had landed in some bushes. "Becca, can you go down there and get that?" Becca, the girl with the curly hair, sighed and just left the bathroom, feet clicking on the tile as she rushed to get down there before their contraband was discovered. "God damn it...."
"Erin!" Anna was now completely red, her eyes even a little wide. "Stop taking the Lord's name in vain and get in here. This minute!" It was rare for Anna to take a stance like this. To really demand anything from Erin at all. The two had grown up together, known each other for years, and once they got to boarding school... Erin had become more popular. The bad girl. she had always been the daring one. The reckless one. But, Anna secretly loved the excitement... she loved being there to see Erin's antics, even if she couldn't bring herself to participate. "You're going to get hurt. Or caught. Or both!" Anna took everything seriously, Erin took nothing seriously. It was how they operated, really. And Anna knew, better than Erin, in fact, that if Erin had one more mark on her record, they were likely to send her home. For good. And to be expelled from this school... the most prestigious school in the world, perhaps.. that would spell disaster for Erin's future. Elizabeth, the girl with the other bottle, long black hair and equally bland eyes, rolled them at Anna, snickering a little. She took a long swig from the bottle, her back turned to the window and the panicking blonde.
"Stop worrying, Annabear." Erin laughed, looking down to see Becca scooping up the bottle. A last drag taken from the cigarette and Erin let go of the pole, ready to ease herself inside. She wiggled her legs a few times, causing Anna to let go. And just as she was sliding her legs in through the window, bending at the waist to grasp the inside of the window frame with her hands, Anna made the funniest face. It was partially dismay, and partially shock. Erin's underwear were there for the three to see as she wiggled her legs, being completely immodest.. and it was a thong. The idea of a thong, to a well raised girl like Anna. A well raised unquestioning girl like Anna... it likened Erin to a prostitute. It was going too far. As her face contorted, Erin could do nothing but laugh. And it was that consuming giggle. The one that made Erin curl into a little ball, roll on the floor, turn red, be unable to breathe, that perhaps changed the course of her life.
Fingers slid off of the window frame and her weight tilted backward. She started to slide, skin scraping on wood as she tumbled backwards. Anna reached out, just a little too late, to grab a single of Erin's shoes, ending with it in her hand. Erin, however, had bent at the waist, grasping like crazy for anything she could grab, but sadly, there was nothing that would hold her weight. Luckily, or perhaps Erin would be a different, more paralyzed person, she somehow kicked her feet out under herself before she hit the bushes and then the ground. The twist from a sitting to standing position, while shocking for the girls watching, was what saved the young girl's life.
Becca's hands went out, as if she could brace the tumbling friend, but just brushed her side as she tumbled to the ground. A pile of arms, legs, torn skin and torn clothes, Erin came to a stop about fifty feet from where she started. A little groan and she lost consciousness.
Happy 15th Birthday, Erinalle Whitiker.