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Post by haxxeeboo on Mar 7, 2009 0:10:04 GMT -5
ALICE.
I walked along the rough concrete pathway, concentrating in the ground in front of me so I wouldn't trip over a rock (like last time...) I gave a little mental sigh at my own clumsiness. Sometimes I could be so swift and graceful, might you call it, but when I'm spacing off, or even slightly out of it or tired... It could be a mix for utter disaster and humiliation. So, anyway, I tried to avoid the non-threatening-looking-but-really-
meant-for-disaster rocks while I walked along the edge of the courtyard. It was a bright and sunny spring day, though still cold from the winter that never seemed to want to go away. ('Cause really, the snow and the freezing weather really needed to pick up its pace and leave.) A few small robins twittered through the air above me, fluttering from tree to tree as they happily chirped to each other. Their pretty songs made me want to sing myself, and I began to quietly hum to myself, one of my favorite songs lately. I was very obviously not the person to randomly break out into song anyway, especially when I was in fact alone. It sounded weird for anyone to do, honestly, but I knew people who totally would anyway, without a second thought. In some ways, I wish I was like that - spontaneous and funny and outgoing. In others, I might say I was lucky not to be. A gentle, cool breeze brushed past me suddenly, and I felt a shiver shoot down my spine like lightning, and after it, the cold tremors began, like a domino effect. I didn't know why this happened to me; the whole randomly spastic shivering. It happened when I was watching scary movies, too, even if I wasn't that scared or even cold at all. Maybe there was something wrong with me. There were several other symptoms that could've followed up with the "something wrong with me" theory, too, but I didn't want to spoil my good mood. Even Fridays, good moods were rare for me lately, and it took only one little thing to piss me off or upset me to the point of tears - whether they were out of sorrow or plain frustration.
My hair bounced gently against my back in a familiar pattern as I walked, and I twirled around in a circle as I suddenly flitted off the path and toward a shady-looking oak tree nearby. Yep, I was definitely in a good mood. Today I had on a bright indigo, v-neck sweater with dark jeans underneath, and my usual slippers (with soles, so the teachers have no reason to yell at me anymore). A purple bow pinned back my hair on my left side, and all of my hair was pushed behind my ears, something I didn't often do. I clutched my notebook to my chest as I crouched down and, finally, plopped on the soft, slightly-wet grass below me. I stared at my feet as I pulled them up 'til they nearly touched my chest, then leaned back against the tree and started to open my notebook, flipping through the pages gently as I looked for the dog-eared page I'd left off on. Lately I'd been into song-writing, but, as usual, I wasn't able to finish any of them. On the rare occasion of a nice day, while I was in a good mood, I'd decided to spend some time in the sunlight while I wracked my brain for rhymes and hidden meanings and tempos and all those other things I could preoccupy myself with. It seemed like a good enough plan, though the day would probably pass quickly, and I'd have to go back inside at some point. So anyway. It was quietly peaceful out here, and though not completely empty, I was one of the only ones sitting out here in the courtyard, despite the lovely weather. I tugged on the sleeves of my sweater toward my fingers as I often did. Jeesh, couldn't I go one minute without fidgeting? I couldn't help it, though. Without hardly realizing it I'd ran my fingers through my hair, too, absent-mindedly as I drew swirls on the half-finished page, trying to get my stupid purple gel pen to work, so amused with this that I hadn't bothered to look up, hadn't bothered to pay attention to the footsteps in the grass, which seemed to get louder with every second...
(word count), seven-hundred and forty-one
(listening to), calendar marks by my favorite highway
(comments), homg spontanious muse bomb <3 i sort of ramble with alice but it was fun to write ^^ anyone is welcome to reply. :3
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