That's so Eighties Teaser!
Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2004 10:55 am
That's So Eighties...
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or anthing else associated with that concept.
Being born at the start of a decade filled with a war, bad dance music and widespread drug use has left me on disillusioned teenager of the eighties. My ?liberal? mother, who is the current senator for Virginia, says the reason for my disillusionment is all due to a so-call ?Consumer Revolution? that the eighties have seemed to dredge up. My conservative, Harvard bound, and a royal pain in the ass older brother disagrees with her and politely states it is an economic boom that will last in to the nineties. My CEO slash lawyer father is not around enough to care if I am disillusioned or not. He is not around enough to care what I do these days it seems. However to tune them all out I do what any fifteen year old does now a days, I turn on MTV.
When I turned fifteen in April the spring of 1985, my parents announced that we were going to move from our tiny wartime house (tiny my ass. We have three bathrooms. Three fucking bathrooms.) To a corpulent and ancient farmhouse on the outskirts of downtown Washington D.C. This was because both of my working parents did not want to make the long commute everyday.
I did not care for any of it any ways. I did not care that my parents were seeing to bettering my education. I did not care that I would see more of my parents. As long as I was alone, I was a happy person. I liked being alone.
~*~
?Relena Ann Peacecraft, get you bum down here this instant,? came the shrill voice of a rather tall and graceful woman.
Checking her watch for the thirtieth time in a minute, she groaned audible in impatience. She took hold of the glossy cherry wood banister and tugged on it as if to release the mounting stress her daughter was causing her to hold.
?Relena, you knew today was the day that we were going to take you to St. Michael?s Academy to register?? she found herself whining up the stair in explanation.
?In a minute,? came the muffled cry of a girl from up the stairs.
The tall graceful woman pinched her nose with her index finger and thumb. Letting out another audible frustrated groan, she seated herself in an antique chair that seemed to match the banister.
?We are going to be late, and I still have work to do today, plus I have to get ready to fly out tonight for the fundraiser in Richmond,? the woman found herself yelling again from her chair, cracking her normally refined voice.
?I?m coming,? the voice sounded closer.
Standing from the chair, the elegant woman crossed the foyer to stand at the banister again. She began to tap her foot in a slow yet menacing rhythm that seemed to echo through the large house. Glancing at her watch, she noted that it was now ten minutes until they had to meat the dean of the prep school for Relena?s registration. Sighing she crossed her arms across her chest, wrinkling her blue suit jacket. She opened her mouth to scream again when at the first landing, a girl with long blonde hair appeared.
The front strands of the girls blond hair had been pulled back and braided to hold back the rest of her long hair. She wore the summer uniform for the school, green sweater vest with a cotton knit polo shirt underneath and a criss cross tie. The just above knee length tartan kilt was accented with a sliver kilt pin that was wound with embroidery fabric to make it look as if it were a friendship bracelet. Knee high green argyle socks adorned her knobbly legs and a pair of black loafers seem to stand out not because they were new but in fact scuffed to submission and where the traditional tassels were supposed to be visible, bright pink bows stood in there place.
?Relena, what have I told you about those shoes?? the woman said furrowing her brows as she looked her daughter up and down.
?Not to wear them in public,? Relena murmured and then toed them off and bent to pick them up and turned to go back up stairs.
?Relena don?t take to long,? her mother shouted up.
Relena was back at the first landing in less time then her mother thought would take.
TBC...
This is all I have right now I just want someones opinion on it... thanks
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or anthing else associated with that concept.
Being born at the start of a decade filled with a war, bad dance music and widespread drug use has left me on disillusioned teenager of the eighties. My ?liberal? mother, who is the current senator for Virginia, says the reason for my disillusionment is all due to a so-call ?Consumer Revolution? that the eighties have seemed to dredge up. My conservative, Harvard bound, and a royal pain in the ass older brother disagrees with her and politely states it is an economic boom that will last in to the nineties. My CEO slash lawyer father is not around enough to care if I am disillusioned or not. He is not around enough to care what I do these days it seems. However to tune them all out I do what any fifteen year old does now a days, I turn on MTV.
When I turned fifteen in April the spring of 1985, my parents announced that we were going to move from our tiny wartime house (tiny my ass. We have three bathrooms. Three fucking bathrooms.) To a corpulent and ancient farmhouse on the outskirts of downtown Washington D.C. This was because both of my working parents did not want to make the long commute everyday.
I did not care for any of it any ways. I did not care that my parents were seeing to bettering my education. I did not care that I would see more of my parents. As long as I was alone, I was a happy person. I liked being alone.
~*~
?Relena Ann Peacecraft, get you bum down here this instant,? came the shrill voice of a rather tall and graceful woman.
Checking her watch for the thirtieth time in a minute, she groaned audible in impatience. She took hold of the glossy cherry wood banister and tugged on it as if to release the mounting stress her daughter was causing her to hold.
?Relena, you knew today was the day that we were going to take you to St. Michael?s Academy to register?? she found herself whining up the stair in explanation.
?In a minute,? came the muffled cry of a girl from up the stairs.
The tall graceful woman pinched her nose with her index finger and thumb. Letting out another audible frustrated groan, she seated herself in an antique chair that seemed to match the banister.
?We are going to be late, and I still have work to do today, plus I have to get ready to fly out tonight for the fundraiser in Richmond,? the woman found herself yelling again from her chair, cracking her normally refined voice.
?I?m coming,? the voice sounded closer.
Standing from the chair, the elegant woman crossed the foyer to stand at the banister again. She began to tap her foot in a slow yet menacing rhythm that seemed to echo through the large house. Glancing at her watch, she noted that it was now ten minutes until they had to meat the dean of the prep school for Relena?s registration. Sighing she crossed her arms across her chest, wrinkling her blue suit jacket. She opened her mouth to scream again when at the first landing, a girl with long blonde hair appeared.
The front strands of the girls blond hair had been pulled back and braided to hold back the rest of her long hair. She wore the summer uniform for the school, green sweater vest with a cotton knit polo shirt underneath and a criss cross tie. The just above knee length tartan kilt was accented with a sliver kilt pin that was wound with embroidery fabric to make it look as if it were a friendship bracelet. Knee high green argyle socks adorned her knobbly legs and a pair of black loafers seem to stand out not because they were new but in fact scuffed to submission and where the traditional tassels were supposed to be visible, bright pink bows stood in there place.
?Relena, what have I told you about those shoes?? the woman said furrowing her brows as she looked her daughter up and down.
?Not to wear them in public,? Relena murmured and then toed them off and bent to pick them up and turned to go back up stairs.
?Relena don?t take to long,? her mother shouted up.
Relena was back at the first landing in less time then her mother thought would take.
TBC...
This is all I have right now I just want someones opinion on it... thanks
