throw some glitter make it rain, (MARIN!)

[SUNDAY ROSE JONES]

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[/color]t was a regular tuesday late afternoon, and Sunday was sitting at home.. bored. Her house was on Owl Ridge, a little two story home, four bedrooms, a good sized living room and kitchen. It was a normal house, on the outside at least. On the inside, it was an amazing sight. Sunday, with her artistic eye had decorated the house so interestingly. When you walked in, it looked normal so far. There was a dark wood stair way that took a little bit of room, leading to the upstairs. The little entrance room was painted a dark crimson red, and the floor was a white tile. The living room was painted a dark teal, with a tapestry of an india god hung from one of the walls. There was a slightly large TV in the corner hung on the wall. The furniture consist of a large black leather couch and a coffee table. It was very, india themed. That was the theme of her home, india eastern europe. She was always fascinated with India, and their whole culture. The kitchen was simple, it was the bedrooms that really caught people's eyes. On the second floor was here her bedroom was. It had black painted walls, and a large bed with white rails as the head board. The blankets with an off white and there were four pillows and on each pillow there was an image of a city, and the picture continued onto the next pillow after the other.

O[/color]n the black walls, Sunday had painted a giant octopus, the tentacles reached onto the other walls and swirled around. The octopus was very well painted, but it was just a white outline with white details, so the octopus was black and white. There was a black night stand on the right side of sunday's bed with a dark red lamp. There was a dark red medium sized buddha statue on her black desk by her small closet. The desk had a bunch of note books on it, pencils, and bottles of paint. Her black dresser also had clutter of books and art supplies. The other rooms were guest rooms except for the other bedroom on the second floor, that was her art room. But, besides her house.. what was Sunday doing? Well. Sunday was in her art room, painting. She was wearing her pajamas in her little home. She hummed, a lit cigarette in her mouth as she stroked the paint brush on the large blank canvas. This is what sunday did when she was bored, smoked and painted. She was painting a big dark purple flower on the large white canvas. She hummed a random song as she inhaled the cigarette, then exhaled the smoke. Her house usually smelled of cinnamon and faint cigarette smoke. She looked over and grabbed her cell phone and started typing away. 'MARIN, I AM BORED AS HELL. come over?' she sent the text messaged and sighed, holding the cigarette with her two small fingers. She continued to paint and hum, taking a drag from her cigarette every now and then. Her bright blue eyes focused on the painting, but her mind in another place. Marin and Sunday had been friends for a couple of years now, since senior year of high school they'd been pretty close knit. Marin had always made Sunday feel better about herself and even sometimes forced Sunday to eat. To think about it, Sunday had not eaten in two days now. Her stomached growled at the thought of food and she sighed, taking another drag from her cancer stick.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]