Drabble
Title: Christmas Drabble
Fandom/Original: Original
Pairing(s): None
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Implications of prostitution.
Summary: See notes.
Notes
I started off fairly well, but I'm starting to taper off and get bored with it. I think I may just edit out how she got there and somewhat focus on how her life is now in comparison to what it used to be and then vaguely allude to what happened to her to get to that point. I really don't feel like trying to create a whole detailed past for this one-time type of thing. It has no title, no nothing. So, just read what little bit I have? I'll come back to it when I'm feeling up to it. Basically, I want it to be about the fall of a rich girl into rags and struggling. I'm kinda of shooting for that she was placed into the company of normal kids and it brought about her downfall because she couldn't make the proper judgments thanks to all the pampering. So, she's basically going from pampered princess to a poor prostitute. Alliteration intended. Until then, Hyrule needs some saving.
Christmas Drabble
The only light seeping in through the tiny and gaping holes in the blinds belonged to the streetlamps. They reluctantly shared with the tiny apartment in the early hours of night, and then gave too much during the early hours of the morning. At least that’s what she’d like to blame her insomnia on. She didn’t like to think about the demons lurking in the shadows about her apartment.
She was sixteen when she began to walk down this path. Her parents thought it would do her some good to be amongst children her own age instead of private lessons in their ritzy home. Had they known the effects of this change would strongly grip and eventually drown their little princess, perhaps they would have thought twice about such exposure and emersion into common life. Now, instead of a cushy mattress that gently supported her while she slumbered, she was met with the harsh poking and prodding of springs in a mattress she had managed to find out on the street. There was a reason it was no longer wanted, but she had ignored it. It was better than the floor or the recliner that was left behind.
But how had walking down the halls of a normal high school with normal teenagers ruined her so? Lydia Bates had walked into the school with all the confidence in the world. She didn’t have anybody or anything to fear as far as her perfect little head was concerned. Very faintly, when she could drift off to sleep, she could see herself that first day of school.
“Class, we have a new student today, so I want you to give your utmost respect to Lydia Bates,” the teacher prattled off. Lydia faintly wondered how often he had to give that speech. “So, why don’t you tell us a little bit about yourself?” Lydia’s attention left her acrylics for the students before her. It was a hodgepodge of faces. Some were caked in acne, others in piercings, and others in make-up. Some wore bright clothing, others dressed in darker colors. Some paid close attention to their outfits and others put on whatever was nearest, even if it wasn’t that clean. She wrinkled her nose a bit. She had tried to look her best for this?
Fandom/Original: Original
Pairing(s): None
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Implications of prostitution.
Summary: See notes.
Notes
I started off fairly well, but I'm starting to taper off and get bored with it. I think I may just edit out how she got there and somewhat focus on how her life is now in comparison to what it used to be and then vaguely allude to what happened to her to get to that point. I really don't feel like trying to create a whole detailed past for this one-time type of thing. It has no title, no nothing. So, just read what little bit I have? I'll come back to it when I'm feeling up to it. Basically, I want it to be about the fall of a rich girl into rags and struggling. I'm kinda of shooting for that she was placed into the company of normal kids and it brought about her downfall because she couldn't make the proper judgments thanks to all the pampering. So, she's basically going from pampered princess to a poor prostitute. Alliteration intended. Until then, Hyrule needs some saving.
Christmas Drabble
The only light seeping in through the tiny and gaping holes in the blinds belonged to the streetlamps. They reluctantly shared with the tiny apartment in the early hours of night, and then gave too much during the early hours of the morning. At least that’s what she’d like to blame her insomnia on. She didn’t like to think about the demons lurking in the shadows about her apartment.
She was sixteen when she began to walk down this path. Her parents thought it would do her some good to be amongst children her own age instead of private lessons in their ritzy home. Had they known the effects of this change would strongly grip and eventually drown their little princess, perhaps they would have thought twice about such exposure and emersion into common life. Now, instead of a cushy mattress that gently supported her while she slumbered, she was met with the harsh poking and prodding of springs in a mattress she had managed to find out on the street. There was a reason it was no longer wanted, but she had ignored it. It was better than the floor or the recliner that was left behind.
But how had walking down the halls of a normal high school with normal teenagers ruined her so? Lydia Bates had walked into the school with all the confidence in the world. She didn’t have anybody or anything to fear as far as her perfect little head was concerned. Very faintly, when she could drift off to sleep, she could see herself that first day of school.
“Class, we have a new student today, so I want you to give your utmost respect to Lydia Bates,” the teacher prattled off. Lydia faintly wondered how often he had to give that speech. “So, why don’t you tell us a little bit about yourself?” Lydia’s attention left her acrylics for the students before her. It was a hodgepodge of faces. Some were caked in acne, others in piercings, and others in make-up. Some wore bright clothing, others dressed in darker colors. Some paid close attention to their outfits and others put on whatever was nearest, even if it wasn’t that clean. She wrinkled her nose a bit. She had tried to look her best for this?