Post by reynaarmstrong on May 12, 2013 22:02:27 GMT -8
The trees swayed delicately in the wind as a petite brunette made her way down the sidewalk, glancing about impishly. Clutched closely to her chest was a notebook filled with her poetry. Well and little cartoons in the margins, but hopefully her new friend wouldn't look at those ones. Her gaze flickered cautiously as her boots clicked as she strode over the pavement. She felt a bit lost internally but she knew where she was physically. Anxiety played on her mind a bit, making her tense up as she saw movement or when a bird flew over head. Calm yourself, your writing isn't that bad, this will be beneficial to both of you. Her subconscious seemed to be on her side today, not like other days where she was often told to run.
Lately her life had been going well, normal even, which is something she wasn't familiar with. The fact she woke up everyday in a bed in her own little apartment and not in a cement cell still seemed to startle her. She just hoped all of this wasn't a dream and that she wasn't passed out in the mental ward in Nottingham. No, this couldn't be a dream right? If it did, it felt so real, and the people were very vivid, even for her imagination. Still, the fact that she can be still there or taken back preyed on her timid mind. Well that and the fact her nerves were frayed worrying over what Vayne would think of her poetry. She was sure his songs were good, but her work? That was a whole different story.
She had never revealed it to anyone, and since she didn't really have friends here besides Vayne, only her eyes had seen the words written there. Though they didn't know each other that well, and he might of just considered her acquaintance, she decided to deem him as a friend. He seemed different than the other people she had met, his actions made her think that he was older and wiser than he let on. Though she wasn't quite sure why, it was a rather intriguing fact. Since the last time that they saw each other, it seems that she couldn't get their conversation out of her head. Her first real friend and she was already nit-picky about her responses. Go figure. Well at least she handled herself in a rather decent manner and not all like a desperate lonely person afraid of her own shadow.
The fact that he even responded positively to her was astounding. Though he didn't know what she really was and where she had been for most of her teenage years. And should make sure no one would, for they would probably hate her if they found out she was pretty much in a nuthouse up until now. It was already bad enough she had the emotional equivalency of a puppy, if they knew where she had came from and what she was, she may have to run away. It probably wouldn't solve her problems, but it would lessen the pain of being publicly shunned or worse, hunted down. She had never received such prejudices but the fact that it was a possiblity plagued her mind. She let out a weary breath. Well, here goes nothing. Hopefully it's won't be as bad as I think...
Speech!
Words:| 569
Outfit:|Here
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Tagged:| Vayne