Who: Amara; OTA (Anyone who wants to get into a fight with the fiery magma chick? LOL) When: April 10, 2010 Where: Halls at school What: Amara has a bad day and well that temper she has...gets alittle crazy Content: Swearing Rating: Pg-13
Amara hated working with computers...period.
The stupid screen froze and her paper sat unwaivering on the screen as she desperately darted the mouse around. Nothing. The computer sat before her, paused forever and her paper was lost. The blonde's cheeks flushed in frustration and she groaned, barely controlling the urge to smash a fist through the damn screen. All her work, everything...lost in seconds and all because of damn technology. As it was, the Earth shifted around her and she forced herself to take a deep breath to halt the quaking, but it did little. The carpet shifted again and she only sank back in her seat, blue eyes falling closed, hands racing through her frizzy blonde strands. What did she do now? Start over? It seemed like that was all she ever did lately. Start over. Couldn't she stop? Couldn't she keep something going for once?
Pushing her seat back, she stood and shouldered her bag, ignoring the stares of her fellow students and darted from the library. Sighing softly, she wandered, feeling an odd sense of satisfaction as the ground moved beneath her sneakers. Lack of control should have made her feel horrible, but instead she simply felt better. Childish? Maybe. But Amara was a teenager...whoever said she had to be rational? Blue eyes were so focused on the ground, that she didn't notice when she wandered from the halls to the outside world until the wind ruffled her golden strands and tugged papers from her open bag. "No, damn..." she said loudly, dropping her bag and fumbling to grab at the papers, only to have them skirt away faster. "No...no...no..." All her research...slipped through hands and she felt her anger boil over, temper flairing she grasp at the sheet, watching as it burnt to ashes in her hands. Body shimmered and shined brightly, heating up faster than an oven and the ground quaked around her violently, tree shaking and tumbling in front of her, scattering leaves at her feet.