The computer desk sits against the front wall of the room with all the other furniture pressed to the walls around it. Post-it notes, pictures, and quotes adorn the desk, printer, scanner, and monitor, as well as the variety of books, disks, and toys set precisely around. A collection of sheet music, ranging in every sort of instrument, sets in a large stack on one of the shelves. To an onlooker the computer desk might resemble an occult alter or mechanic shrine, but to the girl behind the desk it is nothing short of a second home. The girl herself is something of a site. Sitting cross-legged in a white plastic lawn chair she absently picks at the frayed fabric of her bell-bottoms while staring intently at the computer screen. A twinkling set of shifting blue-hazel eyes gaze out through black-rimmed glasses, completely oblivious to the contact lens supplies scattered across the desk. She pauses momentarily from typing, only long enough to rake her hand through her close-cropped hair, the top barley long enough to form thousands of diminutive ruby curls decorating her head. She looks to be near eightteen, which would make her a senior in high school and knowing her location she would be attending DHS; home of the ugly pink walls. Her pale skin stands out in the glow of computer light and judging by her nametag, you'd guess her name was "Cole; Goddess of all Goodness and Niceness". She smiles suddenly, as something appears on the screen, and a swell of laughter emanates from within. Her full lips twist into a devious smile as her fingers fly over the keys with a witty response. She takes a brief ‘AFK’ break, leaving her computer desk for a chance to dispose of several empty Mountain Dew cans, and a long forgotten cup of coffee. Grabbing a cherry ring pop, a hand full of Dum Dums and pixie sticks she makes her way back to the computer stopping long enough to seize a frumpy green sweater. Dropping her evening meal on the desk she slips the sweater over her thin 5’7" frame, covering the tie-dyed 'sax appeal' top she was previously wearing. Settling back in her chair she hurriedly scans the computer screen and with a slight grin, resumes typing. Hours pass without so much as an interruption from her parents or younger brother, much to her utter surprise. With one glance at the clock she realizes why. 3:30 am. With a small shrug she turns back to her computer and tells herself "just one more hour". After a very long "hour", with the sun peeking above the horizon, she calls it quits for the night. Telling her friends she'll talk to them shortly, she shuts off the monitor and leaves for several hours of sleep.
Okay, so I took the less then normal route of discribing myself. But who cares? It's me!
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