Post by Maud A. Yancey on Mar 26, 2014 16:20:19 GMT -5
Reserved for Lugia/Henry Ballo
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Today, she wore a faded lilac t-shirt that hung rather haphazardly off her hunched shoulders, her jeans were too long and hid her socks from sight. Her messy hair veiled her face like a curtain, almost like blinders on a horse. She bent over a large book as she sat on the window sill of one of the library's windows. Maud always felt more at home in a library than any where in the world, but instead of just coming here for pleasure as usual, her teacher had assigned her a student tutor... She had no idea who it was but, any thing would be better then a one on one with her old tutor... Poor Mrs. Whats-her-Name didn't know the Dysgraphia stayed around forever like a terminal disease. Atleast she was nice about it.
Maud glances up, rubbing her eyes and sighing, glancing at her phone... '2:49 p.m.'. One minute... She always hated that one minute before something happens, it made her especially anxtey.. Kinda like how Sergeant Tibbits probably felt one minute away from dropping the 'Little Boy' on Hiroshima. Or how the leaders of the Third Reich felt when the Red army had taken Berlin. OR maybe like how the last Emporer of China felt when the new Communist government-
Example after example raced through her mind's eye, se could almost imagine every scene like she had seen it. Eventually she just stared at a book shelf, so wrapped up in these tiny movies was she..
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Today, she wore a faded lilac t-shirt that hung rather haphazardly off her hunched shoulders, her jeans were too long and hid her socks from sight. Her messy hair veiled her face like a curtain, almost like blinders on a horse. She bent over a large book as she sat on the window sill of one of the library's windows. Maud always felt more at home in a library than any where in the world, but instead of just coming here for pleasure as usual, her teacher had assigned her a student tutor... She had no idea who it was but, any thing would be better then a one on one with her old tutor... Poor Mrs. Whats-her-Name didn't know the Dysgraphia stayed around forever like a terminal disease. Atleast she was nice about it.
Maud glances up, rubbing her eyes and sighing, glancing at her phone... '2:49 p.m.'. One minute... She always hated that one minute before something happens, it made her especially anxtey.. Kinda like how Sergeant Tibbits probably felt one minute away from dropping the 'Little Boy' on Hiroshima. Or how the leaders of the Third Reich felt when the Red army had taken Berlin. OR maybe like how the last Emporer of China felt when the new Communist government-
Example after example raced through her mind's eye, se could almost imagine every scene like she had seen it. Eventually she just stared at a book shelf, so wrapped up in these tiny movies was she..
