Post by CASSANDRA VIERA MITCHELL on Jan 3, 2012 18:08:53 GMT -5
but lately i’m beginning to find that,
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Going out for a drive was not unheard of. Especially when the entire reason why Cassie was out driving in the first place was to get away from her mother’s studio. On a normal basis, she didn’t mind working there—honest, she didn’t—but today had been a battle for the ages. Apparently, wanting to run her own fashion business went against her mother’s intentions of her one day running the current Mitchell line, which was far from what she wanted to do. Apparently, individuality wasn’t allowed. When she was younger, she would have contemplated on taking over the family business, but not now. Not when she could do so much more, if only she wasn’t given limitations and boundaries. One day, she swore, she would free herself of them.
Cassie sighed; honestly, of all the things to think about on the beautiful Californian road, she had to pick the most disheartening one. Pacific Coast Highway never looked this empty before. People were usually bustling around it, on the beach or down by the rocks. It was usually more crowded than this and as to a reason why people weren’t here, Cassie couldn’t find one. In reality, Harbour Academy students occupied half the road at any given moment. It seemed to be a popular spot. She didn’t know why. It was just an ocean. There were plenty of places to sit on the beach in California, for crying out loud. They had to do it near a dangerous highway?
But then again, she thought, why not give it a try? It would certainly pass the time. She signaled as she was supposed to and pulled over onto the dirt road that hugged the asphalt. Her Ferrari California could handle it, she was sure, and if not, her father had said he’d be more than happy to replace it. Not that she’d want to replace it. Replacing a car took time, time she didn’t have. Her car was her only freedom. And this car was special to Cassie. It was her sixteenth birthday present and on that day she’d dubbed it “Little Italy,†though it was sky blue in color and didn’t resemble Italy at all despite its name. She parked, turn off the ignition, and opened the door to be hit with a strong breeze. She thanked the good one above that she always had a sweatshirt in the back of Little Italy.
When she opened her trunk to retrieve the sweatshirt, she saw her sketchpad there on top of it. Needless to say, an idea came to her. Fancy artists had always said that their inspiration came from natural landscapes, so why shouldn’t it provide muse for a fashion designer? Designing was drawing, right? It was worth a shot. She grabbed the sweatshirt first and then cradled her sketchbook under her arm while she locked the car.
Deciding that the smartest thing to do would be to keep in earshot of her very expensive car, Cassie didn’t travel very far. She sat on top of the hill of rocks, barely leaving the crest of the hill. The smell of seawater and sand hit her instantly and it reminded her of the time she and her family had vacationed. She was…at peace, though her shorts were hardly providing accurate warmth for her pale legs. Cassie opened her sketchbook and sat there in silence for a few moments before something came to her. It was something summery…and formal. Summery formal. Sure, it sounded crazy in her head, but once it hit the paper, she knew it would be – “Damn it,â€
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words: six two six
tags: <open>
music: Drive by incubus
outfit: on a drive…
notes:this post is brought to you by Nissin instant ramen <3 Cassie's ride
