Tuesday, December 14, 2010


She's closer to twenty than twelve but refuses to accept it; she plans on looking like a little girl for as long as she can get away with it. All of her notebooks are covered in Lisa Frank's overly colored, anatomically incorrect animals and girls, her socks are all covered with lace. 

Emilie dreads the day she will be worthy of being called ma'am. She dreams of keeping her face wrinkle free and her attire bright pink and purple. She despised dresses when she was young enough to look adorable in them, but since she stopped growing when she turned thirteen she has decided to make up for the time she lost. She is old enough now to keep her nails up to par with her cute outfits; her cuticles are always neatly trimmed, nails painted a pastel pink and always kept short. 

Emilie always gets a mean little smile whenever she actually reveals her age to someone. She loves seeing their expression after hearing that she'll be turning nineteen in two months. She has yet to realize what kind of creepy attention she is collecting.

1 comment:

  1. I used to have a math professor that speak very ghetto. She keep on saying "are you feeling me?" I'm like come on you're about forty and your a math teacher!