Daughter of the King

an odd picture

She sits here, not knowing where to begin the work that is so overwhelming. Her tangled hair has been resently let down because she can't wear it on top of her head for too long without head/neck aches. She wouldn't put it up there in the first place but Bec just can't handle the spring heat.

An empty Sobe Adrenalin Rush can sits on the desk, just recently finished. Bec has been sipping it all day, but drank about the last third of it just an hour ago. A comb has been set beside the coffee mug. Whenever something takes to long to load up onto the screen she picks up the coffee first, and then the pink comb. (her appearance is not nearly as important as her mood at the moment,) The comb is mostly for comfort, for all you boys who don't know what we are talking about, matted and windblown hair can be almost as rough to the touch as straw.

Bec is a very very moody girl. If any of you have noticed she will do strange things unawares. She was just telling Margs that she had a conversation with her hair. It's true, I was there, Bec was sitting there and all the sudden she was like "hey, you, that hurts my head, stop. Meany!" The hair seemed not to notice her compaints and she had to move it herself, parish the thought.

At the moment Bec misses her mom. It's true, and rather odd, for she is almost 16. Nonetheless she just does.

Well there may be another update on our friend Bec, but for now please just make her all the more happy and comment. She asks you guys to do this a lot I know, but humor her. She has so much to do, and she has so many lines to memorize, and so much school. She loves you all so much she can hardly say it, and you all mean so much to her. The game she started yesterday, it's been all she's been thinking about, I should know, I am her brain.

posted by Becca @ 8:54 PM