Remember A Day

[LILLIA NISSA STEELE]

Stepping out into the open, she looked up to see a bright, clear sky with a touch of puffy white clouds to help ease the tension away. Days like theses do not come often enough and one should always make the best of such a glorious day. This is when the earth stops for but a moment to say hello and you might happen to have an epiphany that everything will be a-okay. Lillia never gave a flying fuck about days like these, they where and would always be just another day out of the full three hundred and sixty five that add to another year gone by. Now this might make her sound heartless and in many, many ways, she completely is that bitch that everyone stays clear of in the hopes that she will not turn her attentions on them. However, some enjoy her attentions; her father's business partner sure as hell enjoyed her special treatment. So that little bit of drama hell did not blow over as well as she had hopped, the mans wife happened to walk in at the most inopportune moment but of course Lil would never tell a souls she had planned the whole thing, well not her father finding out and surely not him tossing her in this horrid place. Here those three hundred and thirty five days out of a year seemed longer like eight hundred and something. UGH, how could life have gotten so complicated? She was on top of her game, all the girls hated and wanted to be her and she screwed nearly all the guys, the ones that she could gain something from anyhow.

With her thoughts and frustrations, Lillia moved down the path of the Courtyard to a few places to sit and maybe calm down. That damn counselor had pissed her off more then she had been in a long time. Who the hell did he think he was talking like that to her? She was a fucking Steele did that not mean jack shit to him? Already she could feel her muscles tighten under her newly worn out denim pants with satirically placed rips and holes in them and black T-shit that said ‘Tom Petty and the heartbreakers’ over the outline of a torn heart. Lil only knew one or two songs from this group so the reason for her wearing a band T was not that she liked them but because the shirt looked good on her, molding to her upper body like a second skin. Pushing silky russet hair from her angelic face to behind her shoulders and letting them fall just midway down her slightly arched back as the wind playfully rushed around her. Storms, the wind, the rain, the drop in temperature and the thunder, nothing helped put her more at easy then a storm that is other then her brother. Lillia licked her lips as she closed her eyes for a moment trying to get her anger in check. Full lips parted to silently mouth numbers... one, two, three, four and ten. Her body started to relax some, the heated tension drifting away as a pleasant feeling swept over her. She was lucky she did not throw something, hit someone or scream but she did manage to dig her well-manicured nails into the palm of her hands to stop herself from lashing out at the counselor.

After what seemed like hours when in truth it was only about half an hour Lillia took a deep breath and casually lifted her bag from her side and opened the edges to peer inside. Pulling out a book and a can of soda, she set the bag down at her feet and kicked it under the bench. With a fluid move, Lillia tucked a wayward strand behind her head then lifted the can of soda and popped open the tab, taking a drink before setting it down. Carefully Lillia opened the book, flipped through a few pages until she found where she had left off and started to read.

tag CRAIG SUTHERLAND
words six seven seven
notes n/a
credit t to the illy @ caution 2.0