Post by Eden on May 23, 2009 19:34:12 GMT -5
Eden snapped the thrid piece of gum she'd gone through that day, causing the loud sound to reverberate through the silent library. She snapped it again, arms crossed over her chest as she sat in the plush arm chair not really reading the thick, tome like book in her lap and rather listening to the upbeat tencho tune that poured from the large DJ earphones slung around her neck. Her eyes glanced up from the page she had not turned in such a long time and looked around the area.
Today was not her day. She had missed breakfast, her favorite pair of UFO's were dirty, she stubbed her toe twice so far and one of the younger children had gone in her room for God knowns what reason and proceeded to "accidentally" step on her favorite CD and snap it into a handful of pieces... At least the brat's foot got cut from it. No, today was not her day.
Eden began twisting her chocolate-like hair around her finger and snapped her gum angrily again, the small act proving as some from of release, and she looked back down at the book as she restarted the page for perhaps the fifth or sixth time now. The female's fingers moved down to begin playing with a loose string on the sleeve of one of her many black t-shirts, this one holding a faded, retro Batman symbol on the front. Her long legs were covered in not just loose, but tattered, torn, broken-in jeans and she wore her scruffy chuck taylors that incidentally had a broken shoelace on the right foot and pooled around her foot unattended to while her left tapped a rhythm on the wooden floors.
She snapped her gum again, and it was quite louder than the others, and split the silence like a gavel after a death sentence.
[/center]Today was not her day. She had missed breakfast, her favorite pair of UFO's were dirty, she stubbed her toe twice so far and one of the younger children had gone in her room for God knowns what reason and proceeded to "accidentally" step on her favorite CD and snap it into a handful of pieces... At least the brat's foot got cut from it. No, today was not her day.
Eden began twisting her chocolate-like hair around her finger and snapped her gum angrily again, the small act proving as some from of release, and she looked back down at the book as she restarted the page for perhaps the fifth or sixth time now. The female's fingers moved down to begin playing with a loose string on the sleeve of one of her many black t-shirts, this one holding a faded, retro Batman symbol on the front. Her long legs were covered in not just loose, but tattered, torn, broken-in jeans and she wore her scruffy chuck taylors that incidentally had a broken shoelace on the right foot and pooled around her foot unattended to while her left tapped a rhythm on the wooden floors.
She snapped her gum again, and it was quite louder than the others, and split the silence like a gavel after a death sentence.