LUCY QUINZEL

RED

Probably it was sense of survival right?

It wasnt serious, in fact it was just in a span of time before it gets wrong...

What is it?

Don't ask Just come....

"Damn it" her teeth clenched for a minute while she try not to scream in pain as she roll her foot to align properly...

This is a curse....

She's almost there, her ballet audition that she had waited for a long time but how come something like this just had to happen?

Her name was announced several times for her turn and now it was the last call...

Now she totally scream when she force her foot....

Her scream filled the small  dark locker room...

She stop.....as the voice of announcement for her name had stop.....
Her eyes closed while she let go of her foot and slam herself on the locker...

Its over.....

' Hi, Im Lucy Quinzel...my name rings a ding right? Well if youre thinking if im related to The psychiatrist turned gotham's most wanted criminal Harleen quinzel well youre not wrong why? Im her niece and because of that i grew up being stared as if i did something wrong....it doesnt really affect me Because i got use to it  but sometimes i wonder what does it feel doing one?'

"Better luck next time Sporty" that bitch....

A normie blondie just wave out her card showing it to everyone who didnt pass....

It was the waiting room and she's just mooching in......

Lucy knew that this self centered bitch had push her down thats why she sprained her foot in result that she didnt get to audition...

Well she's not satisfied in springing it on their faces she even stood in front of Lucy....

"Im so sorry for youre sprain freckled dip" she whispered and laugh after..

Lucy had refrain herself from making it a fuss for it doesnt really have to be..

Its just that she's frustrated that she didnt get to try...it was somewhat a chance.

All  she can do is Sigh...

She ended up going home alone without carrying some pass that she promise her mom...

She receive a tap and a hug even when she show nothing...she was only told of
"There will be next time sweetheart" yeah, if ever her foot will heal perfectly maybe there is...

She just went up to her room she didnt even bother to turn on the lights...

The curtain calmly drifting  while she watch the night sky on her window...

Flipping open her lighter, technically her Aunt's lighter....

She's sitting on her bed trying to rest..

Just sitting on her desk is a small potted plant that she's with ever since she can remember..

Her mom said that the potted plant was given by her Aunt's friend.....

Its been a long time since she last saw her aunt....
Sometimes she wonder where her Aunt is...

She shifted her eyes on the potted plant....she tend to tell things on it like its a friend...

"Im frustrated rose im almost there yet...." she pause and just cover her face with her hands.....

She named the potted plant Rose...