Jun 16, 2010 13:06
Amanda was a girl on a mission. She would, come rain or shine, strike someones fancy if it was the last thing she would ever do on Earth. Clad in short-shorts and a bikini top, reclining on a lawn chair, she sunbathed. She was fourteen; it was perfectly normal to sunbathe and it was perfectly normal...well, she went out of the hotel with a shirt over said bikini top, but--it was still normal, right? She was curvy, endowed with mature features that make her look older than she truly was, and the slight belly on her wasn't even that bad. All it did was make her look healthy, rather than Paris Hilton anorexic. Since her hair, aside from her eyes, are her best feature, she left it in long, loose ringlets that took, oh, about an hour to style to make it seem like she just got up and combed her hair.
No one needed to know that, anyway.
Amanda was going to great lengths at being noticed from the male--or even female, given her desperation--persuasion. She wasn't used to being put aside. Since puberty she was noticed as more than that little girl with curly hair and blue eyes--she was hot. To not be thought of as such, to not be noticed in that way, was like pouring ice cold water on a person in a deep sleep. With the realization that this was what most people, dare she say not-as-attractive-as-her kind of people, felt like it only made her more hellbent to be worshiped and adored. Shallow? Probably.