Post by ASHER SHANE HOLDEN on Feb 1, 2011 19:50:40 GMT -8
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Asher sighed softly as he stared at the garden. Greenville. It was he only had one more year here at the high school and he wasn’t entirely sure that he was going to sign on at the university or not though he had looked into it quite a bit. They had a program that would allow him to follow the things that he wanted to do. He could be a fashion student there and still live with his grandma, who was the only person beside a few of his friends that had really accepted him one hundred percent. Things were hard enough on him that he wasn’t sure he’d want to stick around this place. He could move out to Cali and just introduce himself as Ash there and no one would ever have to know any differently. It’d make things a hell of a lot easier on him.
He bit down at his bottom lip as he tucked a piece of long blonde hair behind his ear. This was the only place that he really relaxed when school started up again. Things were always a bit awkward being around people who liked to push him around from time to time. Sure he wasn’t much for being bullied but there were still those few people. He’d always find a way to get them back and he had done it to a couple of them, but there were still a few more that needed to be taken down for him to really feel like he could fit in around this place. He chuckled softly at the thought of that. Him fitting in honestly seemed as farfetched as running face first into a fucking unicorn.
Asher headed to the bench that always seemed to be his perch when he was in the garden. It was the closest one to the gazebo they had out here and it was always the one that was empty no matter when he came out here. He pulled his bag from around his shoulders and set it on to the bench before he settled down beside it. He flipped open his bag and grabbed his notebook, as well as the pencil he kept in there. He pushed through the pages so he was to the spot that he had left off last time. Fashion…that was what he did. And he spent all of his time sketching when he wasn’t out partying or trying to hook up with people.
Ash took a deep breath and smiled as he started sketching out another design. Hopefully one day he could manage to get some models and start up his own clothing line and find some hot little photographer to do it all in his studio. He grinned as he thought about it, honestly amused with the thought of it. He loved the thought of making his life out like that. And then he could have his nice little studio apartment, where he did all of his work. Ash’s hand continued to sketch out what he was working on though his mind was far from the design.
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