Hi people! Soooo, this is my SWC Leader Application :D Hope you enjoy! I really hope I can get picked :) ★-☆-★-☆ Background taken from Google Coding: Mostly @Eclipsed, some me Music: Taylor Swift - Blank Space (Music Box) ★-☆-★-☆ Examples of my writing: Her dark curls surround her head like a halo as she leans out, her bright green eyes searching the crowd of people. Her smile is mysterious and slight, her long golden earrings gently rocking side to side. She looks at the people. Doesn’t just look, she observes. Their walk, their talking, their little quirks… The people doesn’t know that she can see right through them. She sees their beliefs, their feelings, their true selves. She sees their present, past and future. She can tell every single person where their life is going to lead them, whether they will fall, rise, or anything in between. But isn’t it just so much more fun to let people guess? To let them risk, to let them fail and get up, and to win and love and lose, to let them live. Isn’t that what life is truly for? She, of all people, should know. And she lets them. She lets them live their life like they want to, just as she lives hers with crystal balls, sunsets and flowing dresses. And so she pulls away from the window, her observing for the day done, and the most everyone sees is a shimmer of bright green eyes. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I turn the corner, my hair flying in all directions as I rush against the strong wind. I clutch my book firmly to my chest, and continue running. A lot of thoughts swim around in my mind, and I don’t seem to be able to focus. The clouds above me are starting to turn grey, and I clutch my book even harder, my feet hardly touching the ground as the wind around me whooshes and makes the long ends of my scarf and coat fly. I’m about to pass another corner, when something small and bright catches my eye. I turn my head, intrigued. Through a tiny crack in the pavement, a small blue flower grows. Tiny, with round petals, oval leaves and a thin stem. So strong, yet so delicate, growing in the middle of an almost abandoned road. The corners of my mouth turn up, and I walk closer to it, my steps echoing in the empty street. I caress the petals gently, careful to not harm the small plant. The petals are smooth and silky, the leaves a bit rougher. The center is bright yellow, and pointed towards the almost hidden sun. I smile again, and raise to my feet. The wind almost blows my hat off, and I catch it at the last moment. The small flower stands tall. I grab my book with my frozen fingers and turn the corner, just as the first icy cold drops start dropping on the pavement. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The picture was crumbled, ancient and old. The girl’s dress was in tatters, her hair a mess, but her smile was an angelic halo, lighting up her entire face. She was smiling wildly, her eyes shining, holding the rose as if nothing wrong was ever going to happen. Oh, childish innocence… Marissa threw the picture on the table, and stood up quickly from her chair, her black robes flying wildly around her. Her eyes were turning red, a dangerous sign for everyone. She picked the picture back up, crumpled it, and flung it into the fire with all her might. She then walked over to the table, and carefully sat down, resting her head on her hands. She took a few deep breaths, smoothed her hair down, and regained her proud composure. She then stretched her hand out towards the silver delicate locket lying on the table before her, and carefully clicked it open. The photo of the violet eyed girl, smiling widely was staring back at her, bringing back all the memories. Her jumping jump rope with her friends. Her on the money bars. Gathering flowers. Eating ice cream. Laughing, being happy and free. It was all too much. She snapped the locket shut, and threw it into the fire. She flung it with all her might, unable to withstand the torture. The torture of the remembrance of happiness. Tears started streaking down her face, and sobs wrecked her body. Her dark hair mixed with her dark make up and she dropped to the floor, a mess of black, purple and white. She knew that a sorceress like her shouldn’t be crying over a silly locket, but she couldn’t help herself. She held it in for too long. It was time to let go.
