Post by hayley on Jan 22, 2008 19:53:46 GMT -5
Black track pants, and black sweater. That was what Rhianna Night wore as she entered the gym of Eastwood Academy. She sagged slightly under the weight of the CD player that was held in her hands, and the soft thump of her black flip flops was the only sound in the silent gym. The sound bounced of the walls, echoing as she walked across the gym. She stopped near the plug, and placed the heavy black CD player down. A before unseen plastic bag was placed beside it and a clatter of what ever was held inside could be heard. CDs, that was what was inside. After a bit of rummaging, Anna pulled out a CD, and placed it into the Cd player. Then she stripped.
Rhianna pulled off her black sweater revealing a black sports bra, and followed by pulling off her black track pants revealing black bootie pants. Gathering up her black hair into a pony tail, Anna walked out into the middle of the gym, the small black converter for the CD player in her browned hand. Once there, Anna pressed play, and slid the controller on the ground away. The gym was fully silent for a second or two. Then, music burst out, echoing off the walls and fulling the gym. That was when Anna began to dance.
Anna moved along to the music, every inch of her body moving along to it, swaying. Her browned stomach being as agile as her limbs, her eyes shinning. Dancing was her thing, that was what she did. Danced. She loved to dance, she did all the time. Now, mind you, she was second best in the school, but she didn't care. Just as long as she got to dance, that was all she cared about. Her brown eyes glowed so bright, as did her brown skin. She was beautiful, as she danced, the most beautiful she ever was. She was in her element, and nobody could change that. Or could they?
Rhianna pulled off her black sweater revealing a black sports bra, and followed by pulling off her black track pants revealing black bootie pants. Gathering up her black hair into a pony tail, Anna walked out into the middle of the gym, the small black converter for the CD player in her browned hand. Once there, Anna pressed play, and slid the controller on the ground away. The gym was fully silent for a second or two. Then, music burst out, echoing off the walls and fulling the gym. That was when Anna began to dance.
Anna moved along to the music, every inch of her body moving along to it, swaying. Her browned stomach being as agile as her limbs, her eyes shinning. Dancing was her thing, that was what she did. Danced. She loved to dance, she did all the time. Now, mind you, she was second best in the school, but she didn't care. Just as long as she got to dance, that was all she cared about. Her brown eyes glowed so bright, as did her brown skin. She was beautiful, as she danced, the most beautiful she ever was. She was in her element, and nobody could change that. Or could they?