Post by COURTNEY JANE PORTER. on Aug 11, 2010 21:36:08 GMT -5
[/center]i always know that you make me smile, please, stay for a while.
Courtney woke up more on the late side, as usual. It was ten thirty in the morning and she had the house to herself. Courtney rolled right out of her bed - unintentionally, of course. She landed in a head of blankets on the floor. Courtney was a pretty crazy sleeper more often than not, and in the summer heat she had kicked her blankets completely off of her. When she fell off of her bed, she was clutching a pillow. She was confused for a moment for a few reasons. One, she was on the floor; she hasn't fallen off the bed since she was little. She blamed it on a dream that she couldn't remember. The second reason she was confused was because she had definately fallen asleep with the air conditioner on and now it was off and slowly getting hot in her room. Courtney blamed that on her dad; he probably shut it off before he left for work. The fact that her door was slightly ajar confirmed that it must've been her dad. Who else would've been in her house? A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of...
She didn't want to even start thinking about it. Quick fix, she'd do other things. She trotted down the stairs and read the note her dad had left on the counter. He always did it even though they both knew Courtney was perfectly capable with her own devices. She got herself a nice little breakfast consisting of a plum, an english muffin, and a glass of orange juice. It was more than she normally had. Normally she just let herself go hungry until lunch because she ate lunch early and didn't see the point in meals so close together. Ah well, it was tasty never the less. She went back up stairs after pacing the kitchen wondering what to do with herself. She decided not to shower because she knew she was just going to manage to get gross during the day. It was what always happened during the summer. She preferred to be clean when she went to bed. It just felt right to her.
Courtney brushed her wavy locks and tied her hair back in a pony tail. She then changed into her bikini and slid on a pair of sport shorts and a tank top. She was going to run to the beach. Sure it was sort of far, and the fact that she wasn't wearing a sports bra would be sort of inconvenient, but it could work. She wasn't that far. She was really only about two and a half, maybe three miles depending on the route she took. The only reason it was so far was because of the way the neighborhoods she had to go through were designed. A straight path wouldn't be so far. She then put on a pair of annkle socks and threw on her running shoes, tying them tight. This was going to be a problem; once she got to the beach she planned to tan and maybe take a dip, but she didn't want to have to put on socks right after. Not to mention she'd need to bring a towel too. She needed a bag which would make running difficult. Courtney could manage.
Instead of filling one of her normal beach bags which she could throw over her shoulder without it being too bulky, she crammed her flip flops and a towel into a drawstring bag as she left the house. She took her key - which was personalized beautifully - and made sure the door was locked. Then she ran.
The drawstring bag was quite frustrating, and Courtney was irked by the fact that she didn't have music to run by, but she was doing pretty well. She could run nonstop if she wanted to, but it was better for one's heart to run then walk, then run then walk. She'd run for a block and a half, then walk a half of a block - although she wouldn't really call it a walk, more like a light jog. She enjoyed running. It took her about eighteen minutes to get there at her pace, which wasn't too bad. It was a little less than ten minutes a mile, and she had taken the shortest route. She would've made it in less if she had been running the entire time rather than switching between a jog and a run. Nevertheless, she arrived and really needed a dip to cool off. Stripping from her clothes so she was left in her bikini, she dunked once in the water (reluctantly, but thankful for the cold rush), before hitting the beach to tan. As she walked back to her towel she regretted not bringing sunglasses.
STATUS: complete, open.
OUTFIT: this pretty little thing.
NOTES: none?
