I Don't Interlude
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Random short, Part Three
G
-Part 3/5-
(disclaimer goes here)
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In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
- 'Angel', Sarah McLachlan
*******
Serena entered her room quietly, dropping her bookbag at her feet and
shutting the door. She walked over to her desk, her expression looking
almost. . . shattered. She pulled out her chair and sank down on it
wearily. She stared out her window for a moment. Then, on some silent
cue, she turned to her desk and pulled pen and paper to herself. She
began to write. Staring at the paper intently, her writing gradually
slowed, then stopped. Her blue eyes began to water. A tear slid down
her cheek to land on the paper. Looking down to where it had fallen,
her face suddenly crumpled, and she buried her face in her arms and
cried.
---
Darien dropped his bookbag beside his couch as he sat down. He stared
off into space, a vacant look on his face as he thought over the day's
events. Puzzling, confusing; those did not describe the day well
enough. Reaching over, he picked up his bookbag, removing from it a
notepad and a pen. Setting the bookbag back down, Darien sat back and
flipped the cover of the notepad out of the way. Uncapping the pen, he
began jotting down short, concise notes about that afternoon. After a
minute he looked up, then back down at the notepad. Suddenly, he tore
off the page of writing, crumpling it into a small ball and then
ripping it to shreds. With a disgusted look, he threw the pieces as
far as he could, and watched as they fluttered to the ground.
*******
9.16.02
Um. . . this took about half an hour to draft and then fix. . . came
out halfway decent, I think. Yay! v^_^v
peacebunnie@planet-save.com
http://hop.to/bunniemoon
*
Random short, Part Three
G
-Part 3/5-
(disclaimer goes here)
*
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
- 'Angel', Sarah McLachlan
*******
Serena entered her room quietly, dropping her bookbag at her feet and
shutting the door. She walked over to her desk, her expression looking
almost. . . shattered. She pulled out her chair and sank down on it
wearily. She stared out her window for a moment. Then, on some silent
cue, she turned to her desk and pulled pen and paper to herself. She
began to write. Staring at the paper intently, her writing gradually
slowed, then stopped. Her blue eyes began to water. A tear slid down
her cheek to land on the paper. Looking down to where it had fallen,
her face suddenly crumpled, and she buried her face in her arms and
cried.
---
Darien dropped his bookbag beside his couch as he sat down. He stared
off into space, a vacant look on his face as he thought over the day's
events. Puzzling, confusing; those did not describe the day well
enough. Reaching over, he picked up his bookbag, removing from it a
notepad and a pen. Setting the bookbag back down, Darien sat back and
flipped the cover of the notepad out of the way. Uncapping the pen, he
began jotting down short, concise notes about that afternoon. After a
minute he looked up, then back down at the notepad. Suddenly, he tore
off the page of writing, crumpling it into a small ball and then
ripping it to shreds. With a disgusted look, he threw the pieces as
far as he could, and watched as they fluttered to the ground.
*******
9.16.02
Um. . . this took about half an hour to draft and then fix. . . came
out halfway decent, I think. Yay! v^_^v
peacebunnie@planet-save.com
http://hop.to/bunniemoon