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birthdaaaay~!
Nov. 6th, 2014 09:54 amKat has spent the last month drowning in more paperwork and textbooks than she thought she could ever stand, but it came to fruition, at least. Stuck to her mirror is her passing grade, and that's all that really matters. She can't help but grin when she looks at it. The way her father had smiled and put a proud hand on her shoulder means just as much. She's now officially cleared for her second year.
Around her, her bedroom is strewn with clothes, but she'd finally decided on an outfit. It had taken more consideration than she usually really bothers to take, but tonight is a celebration of two things, and she intends to make the most of it.
"You're going to be late!" Jed shouts up the stairs, and Kat does another once over of her reflection before shoving her feet into her shoes and running for the door. Jed had kindly offered her a lift down to the beach, and she doesn't want to keep him waiting. She could walk, it's not too far, or at the least she could have taken his car herself, but the look her had given her when she brought that up clearly said he knew she'd be drinking, and there is no way in hell. Which, point.
"My little girl is twenty," he says fondly when she comes racing out the front door, and he's halfway towards ruffling her hair when she puts a hand up to stop him.
"No! You'll wreck it." She's never been so girly in her life and she ducks out from under his arm to jump into the passenger seat before he can comment on it. She only hopes she doesn't end up being the only person at this party.
Around her, her bedroom is strewn with clothes, but she'd finally decided on an outfit. It had taken more consideration than she usually really bothers to take, but tonight is a celebration of two things, and she intends to make the most of it.
"You're going to be late!" Jed shouts up the stairs, and Kat does another once over of her reflection before shoving her feet into her shoes and running for the door. Jed had kindly offered her a lift down to the beach, and she doesn't want to keep him waiting. She could walk, it's not too far, or at the least she could have taken his car herself, but the look her had given her when she brought that up clearly said he knew she'd be drinking, and there is no way in hell. Which, point.
"My little girl is twenty," he says fondly when she comes racing out the front door, and he's halfway towards ruffling her hair when she puts a hand up to stop him.
"No! You'll wreck it." She's never been so girly in her life and she ducks out from under his arm to jump into the passenger seat before he can comment on it. She only hopes she doesn't end up being the only person at this party.
