Post by Lori on Dec 27, 2016 7:00:12 GMT
Carla's outfit
Four years. She could hardly believe it had been four years since starting at Metric. It felt like such a surreal journey. Five years ago Mr. D had been telling Chase that he was getting him into Metric and Carla, having known about the school long before, was putting up a fight to go - the only fight she actually put up to get what she wanted, as a matter of fact. Four years ago she just started getting settled into the dorm and learning where all the buildings were. Four years of dealing with countless assignments, wacky professors, too much gossip for one to handle, a little extra work and a number of new experiences. She'd earned some extra money. She improved her writing. She actually made things sort of right with her brother. She got a new pet out of everything. And somehow, to top it off, she found someone.
As hypocritical as it was to Carla, as someone who had barely thought of meeting anyone, being in a relationship, let alone finding one friend that wasn't covered in fur, it was so unbelievable. And somehow...it just felt right. In a school where so many people were focused on dating, drinking, partying, having a social life in general, Carla would have never expected to meet someone so much like her.It was the most unexpected and yet greatest experience she could have asked for in her college years.
There ceremony had been boring; every bit as boring as last year. The only difference? Well, aside from the speakers and valedictorian's speeches, of course. It was Carla's graduation. Last year she'd been sitting in the stands, keeping a book in her lap and occasionally looking up when someone said the slightest thing of interest, and of course scanning the seated crowd for her girlfriend. It had been bittersweet for Carla; she was happy and proud of Candice - in the highest percent, naturally - but it was also a reminder that the next year Carla would be at Metric on her own. No one to share classes with or complain about Dillis with, once again minimal reasons to leave her dorm. Now, finally, she was at the same place. She couldn't wait to get out of the crowded area and find Candice. Or her mother, for that matter. How rare was it that Carla's mother been given the opportunity to take a day off for major events, let alone two (the second day for travel, naturally).
With the ceremony finally concluding, Carla followed the other graduates out where they began to scatter across Metric's campus. She unbuttoned her gown, revealing a simple black dress with a nice red tie and belt added to it. Carla had never been one for dresses but the occasion called for it. She scanned through the crowd, attempting to spy any familiar faces be they from her English classes or for Candice or her mother. Chase would have been a piece of cake to spot, but Carla knew he was meshed deep into the crowd, most likely with Clint and the other art students before hooking up with the rest of their friends. No matter. Fortunately a meeting place had been set up prior to graduation. There was a bench not too far from the dorm and under a tree which would also be a perfect setup for photo ops. She sent her brother a quick text to let him know she and her mother would be there should he wish to join. Finally getting through the majority of the crowd - the masses seemed to be heading towards the parking lot for the eateries already or in the other directions for 'better' photography options - Carla turned her phone back on and proceeded to text Candice. She would have completed and sent the text, had it not been for one factor she forgot to consider.
"There you are!"
Carla held in a groan at the semi familiar voice. She'd only heard it a few times, but based on the tone and obvious New York accent it was so obvious who it was. Forcing herself not to roll her eyes, she turned around to face the woman who was approaching her. her skin, in contrast to Carla's, was pale and her hair was so obviously dyed platinum blond and so pin straight she must have spent hours at the salon over it. Her dress was a tad too revealing for Carla's taste and anyone could (unfortunately) spot the bust from at least two miles away. It was her father's girlfriend of about eight months, Brittany. Carla had only met the woman twice, on break from school, however she already deduced in those short meetings that it was one of Mr. D's least successful girlfriends. She was into him only for his title and his material possessions, and was clearly a spoiled girl. It was sad to say that Mr. D's previous girlfriend, Sasha, who had 'encouraged' the twins to spend so much time together over the last number of years, was so much better. Brittany was an obvious downgrade.
"Brittany. You came," Carla observed forcing a polite smile.
"Of course I did, hun. You know your father wishes he could be here. He always talked so highly of you and look at you, top eight percent of your class!" the woman exclaimed.
"Top five, actually," the graduate corrected under her breath.
"Oh now, was that really what you decided to wear under that?" Brittany questioned, referring to Carla's simple attire. "Oh you could've done so much better! You know, Charles gave you a credit card. Haven't you used it for anything? Your brother gets the message, he treats himself. Top eight percent and you couldn't even get yourself a nicer dress like I did? Honestly, how do you expect to get laid by a hot guy like that after all this? And don't try to hide that you're that good of a girl that you haven't looked at anyone. Believe me, I know girls. When I was your age? WOO! The guys I hooked up with night after night...."
Carla really had no idea how much more of this she could take. While actually having a relationship for herself had allowed her to become more comfortable and understanding of the topic in general, she still believed some things were meant to be personal. Details like...well, that. Especially when it came to guys. The woman was so painfully obviously imagining Carla with a guy and Carla couldn't stand it. She didn't want to think about that, let alone even touching a guy in anyway aside from the very basic human interaction with someone she knew. And she strongly maintained her position that whatever she did with her body - and with whoever she wanted - was her own business. Before Carla could open her mouth and correct Brittany, she let out a sigh of relief over one of the few people she actually wanted to see. Finally, after an insane week of completing finals and prepping for graduation on her end and an insane work schedule on Candice's end they could finally spend some time together! She wasn't going to miss a second of it, whether girlfriend number whatever Brittany was liked it or not! "Sorry Brittany, my girlfriend is waiting for me." Not waiting to see how the woman would react - or even if she'd get it - Carla walked around her and ran towards Candice. Thank God, someone who didn't have the IQ of a weed!
Four years. She could hardly believe it had been four years since starting at Metric. It felt like such a surreal journey. Five years ago Mr. D had been telling Chase that he was getting him into Metric and Carla, having known about the school long before, was putting up a fight to go - the only fight she actually put up to get what she wanted, as a matter of fact. Four years ago she just started getting settled into the dorm and learning where all the buildings were. Four years of dealing with countless assignments, wacky professors, too much gossip for one to handle, a little extra work and a number of new experiences. She'd earned some extra money. She improved her writing. She actually made things sort of right with her brother. She got a new pet out of everything. And somehow, to top it off, she found someone.
As hypocritical as it was to Carla, as someone who had barely thought of meeting anyone, being in a relationship, let alone finding one friend that wasn't covered in fur, it was so unbelievable. And somehow...it just felt right. In a school where so many people were focused on dating, drinking, partying, having a social life in general, Carla would have never expected to meet someone so much like her.It was the most unexpected and yet greatest experience she could have asked for in her college years.
There ceremony had been boring; every bit as boring as last year. The only difference? Well, aside from the speakers and valedictorian's speeches, of course. It was Carla's graduation. Last year she'd been sitting in the stands, keeping a book in her lap and occasionally looking up when someone said the slightest thing of interest, and of course scanning the seated crowd for her girlfriend. It had been bittersweet for Carla; she was happy and proud of Candice - in the highest percent, naturally - but it was also a reminder that the next year Carla would be at Metric on her own. No one to share classes with or complain about Dillis with, once again minimal reasons to leave her dorm. Now, finally, she was at the same place. She couldn't wait to get out of the crowded area and find Candice. Or her mother, for that matter. How rare was it that Carla's mother been given the opportunity to take a day off for major events, let alone two (the second day for travel, naturally).
With the ceremony finally concluding, Carla followed the other graduates out where they began to scatter across Metric's campus. She unbuttoned her gown, revealing a simple black dress with a nice red tie and belt added to it. Carla had never been one for dresses but the occasion called for it. She scanned through the crowd, attempting to spy any familiar faces be they from her English classes or for Candice or her mother. Chase would have been a piece of cake to spot, but Carla knew he was meshed deep into the crowd, most likely with Clint and the other art students before hooking up with the rest of their friends. No matter. Fortunately a meeting place had been set up prior to graduation. There was a bench not too far from the dorm and under a tree which would also be a perfect setup for photo ops. She sent her brother a quick text to let him know she and her mother would be there should he wish to join. Finally getting through the majority of the crowd - the masses seemed to be heading towards the parking lot for the eateries already or in the other directions for 'better' photography options - Carla turned her phone back on and proceeded to text Candice. She would have completed and sent the text, had it not been for one factor she forgot to consider.
"There you are!"
Carla held in a groan at the semi familiar voice. She'd only heard it a few times, but based on the tone and obvious New York accent it was so obvious who it was. Forcing herself not to roll her eyes, she turned around to face the woman who was approaching her. her skin, in contrast to Carla's, was pale and her hair was so obviously dyed platinum blond and so pin straight she must have spent hours at the salon over it. Her dress was a tad too revealing for Carla's taste and anyone could (unfortunately) spot the bust from at least two miles away. It was her father's girlfriend of about eight months, Brittany. Carla had only met the woman twice, on break from school, however she already deduced in those short meetings that it was one of Mr. D's least successful girlfriends. She was into him only for his title and his material possessions, and was clearly a spoiled girl. It was sad to say that Mr. D's previous girlfriend, Sasha, who had 'encouraged' the twins to spend so much time together over the last number of years, was so much better. Brittany was an obvious downgrade.
"Brittany. You came," Carla observed forcing a polite smile.
"Of course I did, hun. You know your father wishes he could be here. He always talked so highly of you and look at you, top eight percent of your class!" the woman exclaimed.
"Top five, actually," the graduate corrected under her breath.
"Oh now, was that really what you decided to wear under that?" Brittany questioned, referring to Carla's simple attire. "Oh you could've done so much better! You know, Charles gave you a credit card. Haven't you used it for anything? Your brother gets the message, he treats himself. Top eight percent and you couldn't even get yourself a nicer dress like I did? Honestly, how do you expect to get laid by a hot guy like that after all this? And don't try to hide that you're that good of a girl that you haven't looked at anyone. Believe me, I know girls. When I was your age? WOO! The guys I hooked up with night after night...."
Carla really had no idea how much more of this she could take. While actually having a relationship for herself had allowed her to become more comfortable and understanding of the topic in general, she still believed some things were meant to be personal. Details like...well, that. Especially when it came to guys. The woman was so painfully obviously imagining Carla with a guy and Carla couldn't stand it. She didn't want to think about that, let alone even touching a guy in anyway aside from the very basic human interaction with someone she knew. And she strongly maintained her position that whatever she did with her body - and with whoever she wanted - was her own business. Before Carla could open her mouth and correct Brittany, she let out a sigh of relief over one of the few people she actually wanted to see. Finally, after an insane week of completing finals and prepping for graduation on her end and an insane work schedule on Candice's end they could finally spend some time together! She wasn't going to miss a second of it, whether girlfriend number whatever Brittany was liked it or not! "Sorry Brittany, my girlfriend is waiting for me." Not waiting to see how the woman would react - or even if she'd get it - Carla walked around her and ran towards Candice. Thank God, someone who didn't have the IQ of a weed!