Post by Symphony-Rain Wilksens on Mar 25, 2009 0:56:52 GMT -5
if i am the clock and you are the time
i'm patiently waiting and you're out of line!
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Symphony-Rain was not a book worm, well, not by definition. She enjoyed literature a bit, but could only take so much of it. She would read for long chunks of time, only to be distracted by some idea for something else, and abandon the book for days, or weeks. Rarely it would last for months. Her pattern often annoyed those around her, but she couldn't help it. She wasn't easily distracted, not by most things. She could go on painting for hours at a time, but reading was different. Writing was different. In school she always ended up passing in essays or book reports late. Her teachers scolded her, and yet she managed to scrape by with fairly good grades. That's why she was going to enjoy online schooling...according to the website they didn't put time lines on such things. Life was easier if you had no lines to color outside of, because then everything could always fall right where it was supposed to be.
So far she'd been enjoying the cruise. Her brother had gotten sea sick several times, and she hadn't seen much of her cousin, but she was doing well. She hadn't met anyone yet, which could be good or bad, but she'd had some relaxation time. She'd gone to the spa. She spent a day painting. Life was good to Symphony, it truly was. Not that Symphony considered this little cruise life...life was struggling, and labels, and yelling, and fights between family members...the cruise was different. She hadn't seen any of that...but she hadn't really been looking either. But in her mind there was some not so faint distinction between life and whatever it was that the cruise was. And even if she liked it it did make her a bit uneasy.
She sat up in her bed, seeing the sunlight come on through the little window. It was a little window. It was a little room...but it was cozy. It already had several paintings on the wall. She already felt at home. And it was going to be her home for the next year...the thought made her stomach churn in two ways; one with excitement, two with nervousness. Not being able to see her parents for a year was bad enough, but what if they fought? she hated when they fought, but she'd rather be there to make sure it wasn't too bad. But she knew they would never just separate like they'd been talking about for years. That would just be too easy, would it not?
She stood up, pushing her blankets off to the side, and steadied herself on her feet, which felt like they were made of jello. They always did when she woke up...and they kind of always did usually, even when she hadn't just awoken. It was part of the reason she could be so clumsy at times. She looked at her face in the mirror across the tiny room, and saw her face, her cheeks pink like they always where when she woke up, and her face make-up less. She never wore much make-up, and she hadn't put on any since she first boarded the boat. She found she didn't care as much. It wasn't like it was really possible to impress the rich people around her, no matter how badly she wanted to.
So instead of taking an hour to prepare herself for the boring day she knew was ahead of her she ran her purple brush through her long blonde hair a couple of times, then called it good. It didn't look too messy, and she would take a shower later. She just needed to get out of the room...she had been in it the entire night before. And most of the day. She felt as though she were about to go crazy...even if she had no issue with being alone all the time, but being in a small room all the time was more than enough to drive the blonde crazy. The next thing on her list of things to do was call her brother, and ask if he wanted to join her with whatever it was that she was doing. She didn't really have anything in mind yet. But when she opened her phone she saw a text from her brother...saying that he had plans, wouldn't see her until that night, and wanted her to leave her room. She frowned at it, then threw her phone on her bed, looking at her suit cases full of clothes. She hadn't unpacked yet...so finding something to wear was going to be a fun affair. Not.
She walked over to them, and unzipped one, just grabbing the first shirt and pair of shorts she could find. She didn't have time to findn something "suitable", she just wanted to go do something...and it was too hot very one of her many pairs of jeans. Not that she was complaining, she loved warm weather. She just didn't like not being able to wear jeans to cover up her short legs...oh, how she hated her body. Everything else about her was okay; plain, but okay. Her body was just tiny, and annoying. And she hated it. She wanted a super model body, even if she wouldn't admit it to anyone but herself.
Once she threw her clothes on and slipped her phone into the pocket of her shorts, and walked out, locking her door behind her. She didn't have much, but she didn't want her shit getting stolen all the same. She did have a laptop...not a good one, but one all the same.
Walking to where her destination was was not very hard...as she had no clue where that place was. And so the girl just let her feet lead her, until she ended up standing in front of a place that was obviously the library...as the sign in front of it clearly said library. But Symphony did not know what she was going to do in a library, or why her feet had decided to take her there. Sure, she liked reading, but she hadn't really thought she was in the mood for reading. And yet she found herself pushing the door open, and pushing a stray piece of hair out of her face as she looked around the place.
It was a very nice library, admittedly. And it was cool, so much cooler than the rest of the ship. Looking around she noted that there were several air conditioners, and fans. for the computers? She thought, answering her own question as she saw a row of computers. She walked over to one of the round tables, and sat down, looking down at her hands. What now? Was she just going to sit there for the rest of her life? Or...get a book? Ugh, the idea sounded so unappealing to the girl. And so instead of getting up and doing normal library things she sat there staring at her pale hands, and stiffling a yawn. She hadn't even realized that she was still tired. what time is it? she asked herself, pulling out her phone. It was only eight Am.
count: 1280. booyah.
tags; open!
lyrics; something by ARTTM. i forgot what >.<
outfit; click