Post by stardust on Oct 20, 2007 17:58:31 GMT -5
A girl with thick brown hair, clear blue eyes, and pale skin walked into the library slowly with ease. Her eyes darted around the room as she took in the scent of old books with withered spines, wooden shelves towering over her, and the cold dark stones beneath her feet. It was quiet, just like a library should be.
Star took a few steps into the library, wondering where a good place to sit would be. It would have to be somewhere quiet where she could concentrate. She looked more closely into the room and decided her best choice would be to go to the back of the library.
She headed toward the back of the room, and winded through the book-cases. It was slightly cold and very quiet. She wondered if there where even people in there. Star realized she wasn't alone when she walked by a boy who was looking in a book. She snook by quietly so she wouldn't bother his reading and continued to the back.
Star couldn't hear anything but the quiet hum of silence. Perfect, she thought. She found a dark corner surrounded by dark, dusty books and sat down.
From a brown bag that was around her shoulder she pulled out a leather bound journal and a pen that was much easier to write with then a quill. She found a blank page and began to write.
It's been a little confusing with some people lately.
But I think I am finally starting to understand what
is going on. I wonder what their futures will be like
compared to my story. I choose to dance for the
rest of my life. It is so much more free then anything
I have ever done before. Right now, as I sit in this
dark library I wonder what is going on outside of this
quiet place of refuge.
I don't know why I decided to pen today. Why does
anyone decide to sit and take a moment to write of
their life when they could be living their life at the
moment instead?
Like I said. I am confused. I am sure when I reread this
later I will not understand my own words. I think I am
wishing for someone to save me, but my rescuer is not
here. I am alone.
All alone.
Star continued to write down things in her journal. She couldn't tell if the words she was putting side-by-side made sense at all, she just knew it was a good way to feel some relief from life. A break was all she needed, but maybe she needed to talk to someone more then anything.
Star took a few steps into the library, wondering where a good place to sit would be. It would have to be somewhere quiet where she could concentrate. She looked more closely into the room and decided her best choice would be to go to the back of the library.
She headed toward the back of the room, and winded through the book-cases. It was slightly cold and very quiet. She wondered if there where even people in there. Star realized she wasn't alone when she walked by a boy who was looking in a book. She snook by quietly so she wouldn't bother his reading and continued to the back.
Star couldn't hear anything but the quiet hum of silence. Perfect, she thought. She found a dark corner surrounded by dark, dusty books and sat down.
From a brown bag that was around her shoulder she pulled out a leather bound journal and a pen that was much easier to write with then a quill. She found a blank page and began to write.
It's been a little confusing with some people lately.
But I think I am finally starting to understand what
is going on. I wonder what their futures will be like
compared to my story. I choose to dance for the
rest of my life. It is so much more free then anything
I have ever done before. Right now, as I sit in this
dark library I wonder what is going on outside of this
quiet place of refuge.
I don't know why I decided to pen today. Why does
anyone decide to sit and take a moment to write of
their life when they could be living their life at the
moment instead?
Like I said. I am confused. I am sure when I reread this
later I will not understand my own words. I think I am
wishing for someone to save me, but my rescuer is not
here. I am alone.
All alone.
Star continued to write down things in her journal. She couldn't tell if the words she was putting side-by-side made sense at all, she just knew it was a good way to feel some relief from life. A break was all she needed, but maybe she needed to talk to someone more then anything.