My so-called life -Sharon/Rayanne
There are rings on her fingers, on multiple bracelets, on a leather strap dangling around her neck, in her earlobes, even in her hair.
She hangs herself with silver, gold, plastic beads of all colors and she clinks and jingles when she moves. She moves like she doesn´t care, but always on purpose. Sometimes she stops abruptly, with another brazen flutter of sound.
Rayanne is now grabbing Angela, arms swinging around wildly, tinkling above the noise of the hallway.
Sharon leans against her locker and watches her; frowning.
Rayanne has turned around, dancing in Rickie´s arm to her silver sound.