Post by fiona on Jul 12, 2012 13:51:46 GMT -5
Puts on her best smile
But underneath she's a broken girl
SIGHING AUDIBLY, WILLOW RUSHED IN OUT OF THE HEAT OF SUMMER AND INTO THE LIBRARY. SHE'D JUST STARTED SUMMER CLASSES AT THE UNIVERSITY SO SHE COULD CATCH UP TO WHERE THE OTHER PEOPLE HER AGE WERE ONCE THE FALL SEMESTER ROLLED AROUND, AND SHE ALREADY HAD TWO PAPERS DUE BY NEXT WEEK. SHE DIDN'T MIND WRITING, SINCE SHE WAS INHERENTLY CREATIVE AND ENJOYED ALL THINGS INVENTIVE, BUT SHE WASN'T PREPARED AND NEEDED AS MUCH RESEARCH AS POSSIBLE. SCHOOL IN THE STATES WAS DEFINITELY DIFFERENT THAN SCHOOLING IN IRELAND, AND ALTHOUGH SHE DIDN'T NECESSARILY THINK IT WAS HARDER; IT WAS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE TWO THAT MADE ADJUSTING A BIT SHAKY.
DROPPING HER PURSE INTO THE CHAIR NEXT TO HER, SHE DUMPED HER BOOKS ON THE TABLE WITH A LOUD THUD AND CRINGED VISIBLY, LOOKING APOLOGETICALLY AROUND THE LIBRARY AT EVERYONE WHO WAS NOW STARING AT HER. "SORRY!" SHE APOLOGIZED BRIGHTLY IN HER LILTING IRISH VOICE, WITH A BROAD SMILE ACCENTUATED BY HER BRIGHT RED LIPSTICK. THE PEOPLE SITTING NEARBY SHOOK THEIR HEADS OR MUTTERED AND BEGAN IGNORING HER AGAIN, FOR WHICH SHE WAS THANKFUL. SHE SLID INTO THE CHAIR SHE'D PULLED OUT FOR HERSELF AND BURIED HER HEAD IN ONE OF THE BOOKS, NOT PARTICULARLY WANTING TO DISAPPEAR EXACTLY BUT WAITING FOR THE SPOTLIGHT TO TURN OFF OVER HER HEAD. PULLING HER LEGGING-CLAD KNEES UP UNDER HER CHIN, SHE READ THE BOOK UNTIL SHE GOT BORED AND DECIDED TO START SEARCHING FOR THE MATERIALS TO RIGHT HER FIRST PAPER.
THE ROWS OF BOOKS ENVELOPED HER LIKE OLD FRIENDS, AND SHE WAS THANKFUL THAT SOME THINGS WERE THE SAME HERE AS THEY WERE BACK AT HOME. SHE WOULD ALWAYS LOVE LIBRARIES AND ART STUDIOS IN EQUAL MEASURE, HOW THEY MADE HER FEEL LIKE SHE WAS AT HOME NO MATTER WHAT COUNTRY OR CONTINENT SHE WAS ON. REACHING UP ON HER TIPTOES, SHE GRABBED THE EDGE OF THE SPINE OF A BOOK THAT WAS SLIGHTLY TOO HIGH FOR HER AND TRIED DESPERATELY TO PULL IT DOWN. GIVING UP HOPE OF MAINTAINING HER MODESTY, SHE LEAPT UPWARD, HOOKED HER FINGERS ON THE BOOK AND USED HER WEIGHT TO TUG ON IT. SHE SUCCEEDED IN RETRIEVING THE BOOK, BUT UNFORTUNATELY, HALF OF THE SHELF DECIDED TO FOLLOW IT. YELPING AS THE BOOKS RAINED DOWN AROUND HER, SHE COVERED HER HEAD AND ONLY PEERED OUT BETWEEN HER PROTECTIVE ARMS AFTER THE LAST BOOK 'CLUMP'ED TO THE FLOOR. "OOPS."
DROPPING HER PURSE INTO THE CHAIR NEXT TO HER, SHE DUMPED HER BOOKS ON THE TABLE WITH A LOUD THUD AND CRINGED VISIBLY, LOOKING APOLOGETICALLY AROUND THE LIBRARY AT EVERYONE WHO WAS NOW STARING AT HER. "SORRY!" SHE APOLOGIZED BRIGHTLY IN HER LILTING IRISH VOICE, WITH A BROAD SMILE ACCENTUATED BY HER BRIGHT RED LIPSTICK. THE PEOPLE SITTING NEARBY SHOOK THEIR HEADS OR MUTTERED AND BEGAN IGNORING HER AGAIN, FOR WHICH SHE WAS THANKFUL. SHE SLID INTO THE CHAIR SHE'D PULLED OUT FOR HERSELF AND BURIED HER HEAD IN ONE OF THE BOOKS, NOT PARTICULARLY WANTING TO DISAPPEAR EXACTLY BUT WAITING FOR THE SPOTLIGHT TO TURN OFF OVER HER HEAD. PULLING HER LEGGING-CLAD KNEES UP UNDER HER CHIN, SHE READ THE BOOK UNTIL SHE GOT BORED AND DECIDED TO START SEARCHING FOR THE MATERIALS TO RIGHT HER FIRST PAPER.
THE ROWS OF BOOKS ENVELOPED HER LIKE OLD FRIENDS, AND SHE WAS THANKFUL THAT SOME THINGS WERE THE SAME HERE AS THEY WERE BACK AT HOME. SHE WOULD ALWAYS LOVE LIBRARIES AND ART STUDIOS IN EQUAL MEASURE, HOW THEY MADE HER FEEL LIKE SHE WAS AT HOME NO MATTER WHAT COUNTRY OR CONTINENT SHE WAS ON. REACHING UP ON HER TIPTOES, SHE GRABBED THE EDGE OF THE SPINE OF A BOOK THAT WAS SLIGHTLY TOO HIGH FOR HER AND TRIED DESPERATELY TO PULL IT DOWN. GIVING UP HOPE OF MAINTAINING HER MODESTY, SHE LEAPT UPWARD, HOOKED HER FINGERS ON THE BOOK AND USED HER WEIGHT TO TUG ON IT. SHE SUCCEEDED IN RETRIEVING THE BOOK, BUT UNFORTUNATELY, HALF OF THE SHELF DECIDED TO FOLLOW IT. YELPING AS THE BOOKS RAINED DOWN AROUND HER, SHE COVERED HER HEAD AND ONLY PEERED OUT BETWEEN HER PROTECTIVE ARMS AFTER THE LAST BOOK 'CLUMP'ED TO THE FLOOR. "OOPS."
*--- LILY *--- CLOTHES *--- HOPE IT'S A GOOD START!
TEMPLATE BY ROYALSTANDARD OF ETS and CAUTION 2.0.