Bad Luck: Bubblegum Dreams
Nov 7, 2013 14:14:25 GMT -5
Post by Georgina Speer on Nov 7, 2013 14:14:25 GMT -5
George sat on her bed, impatiently bouncing her leg up and down, head on her hand. She had a huge assignment to do, and nothing was coming to mind as to what to write about. Her anxiety made She leaned down, under the bed and pulled out a drawstring bag, and with it came the rustle of sweet wrappers. It was the bag she filled with gummy bears, the occasional chocolate bar, and millions of packets of gum. She pulled the top open and felt through the pile of wrappers that had built up on top of the bag. She couldn't be bothered to empty the crap out until everything was eaten. She reached to the bottom, and... a single gummy bear. That was it. She pulled it out. It was orange flavoured. She let out an agitated groan, but still ate the sweet. The orange ones were always the worst. But she smiled once she realized something else.
It was time to restock.
She grabbed the bag that hung off of her bedpost and pulled out her purse, putting it into the drawstring bag, which she swung over her back and left the room to collect her goodies.
About half an hour and a full bag of sweets later, George returned, happily chewing on her favourite flavour of bubblegum, raspberry. She was walking through the courtyard, and she began to blow a huge bubble, when a gust of wind came rushing through the area and when it popped, it covered her face and hair. At first, she tried to laugh it off, peeling the gum off of her face and walking towards the exit, but once she discovered it was in her hair, it all went downhill. She took her hat off and, luckily, it hadn't come into contact with any of the sticky substance. She sat on a nearby bench and placed the hat next to her, taking off and placing her bag of sugar inside of it so it didn't fly away; she couldn't afford for anything else to go badly today.
She felt around her hair and tried to take the gum out with her hands, but the wind had caused it to dry slightly. She made a grunt of anger and annoyance, continuing to chew on the gum that she had managed to salvage. After a few more frustrating minutes of attempting de-gum her hair, she dropped her arms with a huff of exasperation. She sighed; maybe it was time for a haircut?
It was time to restock.
She grabbed the bag that hung off of her bedpost and pulled out her purse, putting it into the drawstring bag, which she swung over her back and left the room to collect her goodies.
About half an hour and a full bag of sweets later, George returned, happily chewing on her favourite flavour of bubblegum, raspberry. She was walking through the courtyard, and she began to blow a huge bubble, when a gust of wind came rushing through the area and when it popped, it covered her face and hair. At first, she tried to laugh it off, peeling the gum off of her face and walking towards the exit, but once she discovered it was in her hair, it all went downhill. She took her hat off and, luckily, it hadn't come into contact with any of the sticky substance. She sat on a nearby bench and placed the hat next to her, taking off and placing her bag of sugar inside of it so it didn't fly away; she couldn't afford for anything else to go badly today.
She felt around her hair and tried to take the gum out with her hands, but the wind had caused it to dry slightly. She made a grunt of anger and annoyance, continuing to chew on the gum that she had managed to salvage. After a few more frustrating minutes of attempting de-gum her hair, she dropped her arms with a huff of exasperation. She sighed; maybe it was time for a haircut?