Shane / Deciding / Fri February 15th 2008, 6:30pm / Foster Home / Complete
Great. Another night here, another night sitting in this house. Shane sighed and buried herself further under the blankets on her bed. The older F-brother was picking up his date for that stupid masquerade, or at least that's what he had told the F-mommy. Her younger F-brother was sleeping over a friend's house, probably playing video games or watching movies. She sighed underneath the light blankets and scrubbed at her face with her hands. Everyone was doing something, except for the F-mommy, of course. Gina Davis had attempted to convince her to go to the nearest video rental store several times, but what she didn't understand was that Shane didn't want to sit at home.
The small girl threw the blankets off of herself and turned onto her belly. The walls were still very white; she had yet to unpack most of her things. Still, she had most of her clothing unpacked. Why not go to that stupid masquerade, see what it was all about?
She sat up and slid off of the bed. Pushing a box out of the way, she tore open an untaped box marked CLOTHES in black Sharpie. Several pairs of ripped jeans, baseball socks with assorted stripe colors, tank tops, feather boas and other miscellaneous articles of clothing flew onto the bed. She set to work, stripping from her shorts and sweatshirt and trying different pieces until she had something that worked.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She wore a silver tank top with a black corset over it. The corset had teal accents to match her hair. Over silver fishnet leggings she wore a black ballet skirt. A pair of teal leg warmers over black Converses completed the outfit. A silver tiara sat on top of her head, but something was missing.
"Mask-erade. Shit." She didn't own a mask.
A pair of dark sunglasses sat on the dresser. She shrugged and put them on, then went downstairs to tell the F-mommy where she was off to.