Post by Faerlain on Mar 17, 2005 2:36:42 GMT
Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you, yeah...
It was the dead of night- literally. Around two in the morning, the sleepy looking prefect snuck her way out of the common room and made her way down to the dance all. Any particular reason why? Not really. It was mostly out of pure boredom and loneliness.
People always say that there are some things that you never grow out of. The prefect's badge pinned to her robes had hardly helped her grow out of her bad habit of defying authority, it merely gave her more will to punish other people who did. Quite ironic, really. She used to be a troublemaker herself.
So what was she doing down here again? Defying authority one last time before actually deciding to grow up? This thought brought a small smile to her face as she sat down in the middle of the floor and fiddled with a small piece of streamer probably left over from one of the dances that had been held there.
She had gone to the Valentine's Day dance, half expecting Ziljaden to be there, but he wasn't. It had been forever since she had seen him last and now she just tried not to dwell on it. Sometimes that made the hurt a little less.
Pushing the thoughts of past dances and love out of her mind, she flopped backwards onto the hard wooden floor and stared up at the blank ceiling. Her hazel eyes went glossy and then drooped as she fell into a fairly dreamless sleep.
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you, yeah...
It was the dead of night- literally. Around two in the morning, the sleepy looking prefect snuck her way out of the common room and made her way down to the dance all. Any particular reason why? Not really. It was mostly out of pure boredom and loneliness.
People always say that there are some things that you never grow out of. The prefect's badge pinned to her robes had hardly helped her grow out of her bad habit of defying authority, it merely gave her more will to punish other people who did. Quite ironic, really. She used to be a troublemaker herself.
So what was she doing down here again? Defying authority one last time before actually deciding to grow up? This thought brought a small smile to her face as she sat down in the middle of the floor and fiddled with a small piece of streamer probably left over from one of the dances that had been held there.
She had gone to the Valentine's Day dance, half expecting Ziljaden to be there, but he wasn't. It had been forever since she had seen him last and now she just tried not to dwell on it. Sometimes that made the hurt a little less.
Pushing the thoughts of past dances and love out of her mind, she flopped backwards onto the hard wooden floor and stared up at the blank ceiling. Her hazel eyes went glossy and then drooped as she fell into a fairly dreamless sleep.