Post by tegan amelia hastings on Jan 23, 2013 15:35:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] TEGAN HASTINGS "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" A slender hand raised to cover her mouth, and hide the yawn forcing its way out as Tegan's mouth as she stepped out of the bitter cold and into the public library. In her left hand was a travel mug filled with steaming coffee, and in her right was a pile of books she needed for studying. Most of her friends were still busy in class, but she had had all morning classes, allowing her the afternoon free. It was nice, to get some quiet time, and Tegan loved the library. The biggest reason she was here was because she had put this essay off long enough. It was due in a week, and if she wanted a worthy grade, it would have to get done. Smiling as a silent greeting to the librarian, the brunette shuffled her way to the stairs, making her way to her favorite section to work. To the top left, there was a little desk by the window that gave her a beautiful view of the garden outside, and also kept her far enough away where most people wouldn't notice her. Reaching her desk, the brunette dropped her bag next to the computer, collapsed into the hard, ridged chair and logged onto the machine ready to do a computer search for any books she may need... But first.... Facebook. It seemed like the perfect distraction, and Tegan was dying to know if her friends had put up the pictures of them from London a couple of days ago. It had been fun, with constant partying and shopping. Smiling to herself, Tegan clicked through the photographs of her family, desperately trying to reach the party pictures. Her sister and she were friends on facebook, and every once in a while Samantha would post pictures of the family. Her father had yet to contact her since her move to the states, and it frustrated her. Honestly, she was doing the best she could under the circumstance. At least her mother cared about her. Opening up Microsoft Word, she studied the blinking cursor. Honestly, she hated writing, but this essay was important...or at least important to getting a grade in the class. Stiffing a yawn, she stretched her fingers and began typing. An hour or two later and Tegan wanted to die. So many of the text books she had selected had proved to be useless from what she could see (she hated it when that happened) and she still had two more paragraphs to write before she was satisfied! Rubbing her palms into her eyes, Tegan yawned again before reaching over for her huge cup, “nooo!” she moaned quietly- although there were few people in the library (and even fewer on this floor)- as nothing reached her lips. She’d drank it all. Blinking and rolling her eyes in annoyance, she looked back at the screen. The white paper background to Word was depressing and she rubbed her eyes. It was gonna be a long day. |
