Below are the 2 most recent journal entries recorded in _kahlia's InsaneJournal:

Friday, January 8th, 2016
3:58 pm	The house Asatru lived in was far larger than Kahlia was used to but a lot of the suites and rooms were filled with furniture that was covered in sheets. Kahlia considered this a shame and it made the house look like it was waiting for a new owner. She had wanted to bring the place alive but she had no clue how. That was not her only reason though. The other was she simply did not want to anger him either. She wasn’t sure if this was truly where he lived or if it was just one of the many houses he owned. with his age and wealth she was certain he had to own many houses in different places. Real estate was always a good investment, or so she had come to understand during her economics classes. She had almost explored every room inside the house but there was one place she hadn’t been yet. The greenhouse had been beckoning to her for weeks yet she wasn’t sure if Asatru wanted her to venture outside of the house. Her music was playing through her ipod while she danced around the house. Biting her lip she opened the door to the backyard and headed to the greenhouse. Upon getting closer she noticed that though most of the plans had died there was also a bed in a corner so one could literally sleep under the stars if they wished to do so. For some weird reason the bed seemed like there was still someone who changed the sheets on it regularly as there were no dead leaves on it. Paying no attention to it she danced around the greenhouse noticing the little cards mentioning the names of the vegetables that had been grown here. there was a large selection and though the greenhouse was large and round it seemed it had been divided in different sections. Grinning she laughed when she noticed there was an area with different type of coffee, a section with different kind of wine grapes and a section specifically dedicated to truffels. Whomever took care of the greenhouse was a food connoisseur with ambition. The one section she was saddened about to notice it was near death were the roses. There were many different coloured bushes planted and the place deserved a lot of love and attention. Biting her lip Kahlia figured that the vegetable section was large enough to grow enough food to sustain herself because take out and pizzas were getting old. Then she realised that most of the vegetables would take a long time to grow and who said she would be around when they were ripe for the picking? Closing her eyes she started imagining how the place would look with everything in bloom. She knew she would never see it but by focusing on her music she could see it in her mind's eye. She moved to the music as she danced through the green house, moving her arms and legs like she was used to from her dance lessons. The more she danced, the more tired she got as it seemed her energy was draining right out of her. Knowing she was near the bed she allowed herself to collapse on it. Her left hand dangling on the bed next to the old, near death rosebushes she saw them come back alive and with a satisfied smile drifted off into the dream she had created for herself. (21 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, October 2nd, 2014
5:01 pm	Rolling her eyes at the stupidity of her classmates Kahlia seriously did not understand what the whole fuss was about. Okay, the teacher had told them last week they'd have a nude model and the girls had found out it would be a male model but to Kahlia, who had grown up around art, this was nothing exiting. It was probably going to be one of the jocks of the Rugby team who saw it as a way to get extra credit to make up for their lack of braincells and those guys were just not attractive at all. She was early in the classroom but then again she always was to make certain she had the best lighting and spot to work with the subject. Hearing her teacher coming in grumbling and cursing under their breath Kahlia turned to the elderly woman and raised an eyebrow. "Is everything alright Miss Monroe? Anything I can do to help?" Startled the teacher looked at the young girl in her classroom. Her best and most talented student was standing opposite her and the old woman let out a sigh "Oh kahlia, Unless you can manage to convince someone to be our model, no." Kahlia instantly understood this meant they weren't going to have a model for today and that it meant painting flowers or a fruit bowl. It was her lunch hour and biting her lip she looked at her teacher. "Give me thirty minutes. I'll see what I can do." The young girl stormed out of the classroom and though she asked a few jocks after being laughed at Kahlia had enough. If she had to paint flowers she wanted to use watercolors for a difference and for that she needed to go to the art supplies room which, to just a few young artists like herself, was also known as the cave. Somewhere you went to paint and where no one would disturb you. Normally nobody was there during the lunch hour but when she opened the door she noticed a light was on. She had left one of her paintings drying there but she was certain she had turned off the lights when she had left that morning. "Hello?" Rushing to where she had put her painting Kahlia blushed when she saw someone looking at it. Especially as the person looking at it shared a lot of features with the young man in the painting. Looking at him she was lost for words and had no clue what to say or to even explain why he was in her painting and so her next words were the only one still in her head. "Would you maybe be our model for our art class? We need a male to fill the gap of the guy who dropped out so uhm... please say yes?" (99 Comments |Comment on this)