Live a little (Open)
Oct 9, 2013 19:16:15 GMT -5
Post by Olivia Baker on Oct 9, 2013 19:16:15 GMT -5
If there was anything good about going to Hammel, it was how Vermont looked mid October. Liv was pretty positive that nothing was more breath taking than the lake, with the leaves changing, and the air smelling of dead leaves and cold. It gave perspective to her life, that there could possibly be more outside of high school and their unrealistic expectations. It made her long for adventure, to maybe, for once step out of line and do something crazy. Of course, she'd never be able to do that. To let loose and let go was so out of her comfort zone that every time she tried it just didn't work.
It wasn't that she was unhappy. She was quite happy, most days at least. She had friends, she had good grades and was involved with enough clubs to keep busy which was her favorite thing to be. But it was in these lulls of activity that she found herself pondering deeper about who she was, who she wanted to be, and who others expected her to be. All these being different people.
Where she pictured herself was something more adventurous, maybe a photographer or a documentarian. She loved documentaries, especially animal ones. She could just imagine herself in safari with a camera crew, or maybe the arctic.
The wind blew bringing her back to reality as she plopped down next to a tree, leaning back on it just taking in the scene as she skipped a rock onto the calm water.
She wondered how cold the water was. Couldn't be too cold, they'd had a warm front just the week before she thought as she slipped off her black combat boots and socks, rolling up her jeans and stepped into the water letting out a squeal. It was actually pretty cold. She didn't stop though, instead she waded further, not sure what she was doing, but stepping out.
It wasn't that she was unhappy. She was quite happy, most days at least. She had friends, she had good grades and was involved with enough clubs to keep busy which was her favorite thing to be. But it was in these lulls of activity that she found herself pondering deeper about who she was, who she wanted to be, and who others expected her to be. All these being different people.
Where she pictured herself was something more adventurous, maybe a photographer or a documentarian. She loved documentaries, especially animal ones. She could just imagine herself in safari with a camera crew, or maybe the arctic.
The wind blew bringing her back to reality as she plopped down next to a tree, leaning back on it just taking in the scene as she skipped a rock onto the calm water.
She wondered how cold the water was. Couldn't be too cold, they'd had a warm front just the week before she thought as she slipped off her black combat boots and socks, rolling up her jeans and stepped into the water letting out a squeal. It was actually pretty cold. She didn't stop though, instead she waded further, not sure what she was doing, but stepping out.