Léa opened her locker, the mirror against the locker's door showing her face. Her amethyst eyes were a bit dull and full of annoyance. Her silky black hair that reached right above her waist was perfectly combed, and her skin was flawless, yet pale like porcelain. Letting out a sigh, she began placing the books into her backpack. Twats, twats everywhere, she thought. Since she had a mental shield no one would be able to read her mind or control her. That's something good about me...
( sorry for sloppy post, it's 6:39 am here. Gtg )
~ "Oops, it seems I've said too much! Well it's alright, its just a tall tale anyway. Call me again and at the signal, I'll tell you an even stranger tale..." ~
7600th post 4/4/15
(sorry I am busy I am trying! )