Post by restlessness on Dec 27, 2005 18:46:01 GMT -5
Ashley quietly lugged her suitcases into her room. Throwing them down on the floor, she collapsed onto the bed nearest the window, shielding her eyes with her arms. She breathed heavily, slowly exhaling.
'Well, I haven't ruined this yet, so I guess this might work'
She said hopefully, but in her heart, she was dreading the days to come. Her family wasn't exactly happy with her, and she knew no one here.
She stood, and began to unpack her things. Quietly she took out every item, and placed it neatly in its place. She placed a boom-box on the top of her dresser, a large stack of of CDs next to it. On the wall, she placed posters. From Mariah Carey, to Trina, they consumed the wall, her idols. She smiled, putting away her tape, and pulling out pictures. Many of them were of her with famous people. Sure, she used to be famous, but didn't consider herself it anymore. She had left the group, who had sold millions of albums when she was with them. She wanted something more, not to be a background singer especially. She had talent, and what was the use of waisting it?
'Well, I haven't ruined this yet, so I guess this might work'
She said hopefully, but in her heart, she was dreading the days to come. Her family wasn't exactly happy with her, and she knew no one here.
She stood, and began to unpack her things. Quietly she took out every item, and placed it neatly in its place. She placed a boom-box on the top of her dresser, a large stack of of CDs next to it. On the wall, she placed posters. From Mariah Carey, to Trina, they consumed the wall, her idols. She smiled, putting away her tape, and pulling out pictures. Many of them were of her with famous people. Sure, she used to be famous, but didn't consider herself it anymore. She had left the group, who had sold millions of albums when she was with them. She wanted something more, not to be a background singer especially. She had talent, and what was the use of waisting it?
