Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Nov 18, 2006 16:18:04 GMT -5
Teagan Monolayre sat in the library. The pastel pink tips of her delicate fingers silently paraded against the wooden top of a table, just resisting the urge to rapidly jab them into the wood. She was reading and reviewing parts of her books and class work. They hadn't had an actual tests yet, so they would be coming up soon, right? That was just an excuse, a weak, overused one. No teacher had announced anything of the sort; none had even had any pop quizzes. She truly was a coward. She was a coward because she couldn't trust herself, could she? One couldn't survive without trusting one's self. It was impossible, like with her accepting the fact that she liked Sparky X Cobalt.
...
The tapping became more rapid. Her long fingernails bounced against the smooth wood.
The prefect folded her slender fingers and set them on her lap. One could only study for so long. She felt as if a steady stream of tragic boredom was being injected into her tangled, sculpted veins. What a surprise.
Reading like she did was merely an excuse, a way to hide that crushing fear whose fingers wrapped around her frame and whose thumbs pushed into her chest, making it hard to breathe. Teagan was afraid, and she didn't understand why. Sure, fear was common, but she hardly ever noticed it because of that. Now it grew ten fold. Her textbook was clearly in front of her, but she hadn't read anything clearly all day. The words were foggy, and her stomach tightened. She didn't understand why she felt so awkward around Sparky and so normal with everyone else. She hadn't eaten bad beans, had she? What made him so special?
No, it couldn't be his adorable shy smile or his honest steps--
Most certainly it was not a crush. Oh, no; Teagan did not get crushes on cute boys, and she certainly did not flirt when she saw a hottie sit next to her. Her heart did not get the hovering sensation of enlightenment and beat faster just because of some boy she would happen to enjoy looking at.
No--
She did not think like that either. She was Teagan Avarielle Monolayre, for crying out loud!
She sighed and leaned forward, and her elegant wrist caught her head and wriggled through her fiery hair. Her violet eyes glanced out a window and she closed her eyes. Her dark lashes smoothed between each other. She just sat there for a moment like that. Then, something fell beside her textbook. Her eyes popped open. It was another book, an old muggle one with a peculiar picture on the cover. The title was even weirder. It read Lord of the Flies. One of her smooth eyebrows raised. What...? She looked around and didn't see anyone nearby. Perhaps it had fallen off a shelf?
The prefect shrugged. She didn't care if this was going to be risky or not. She set her textbooks to the side and opened the book. She started reading it. She wouldn't finish for a few hours.
A peculiar book, indeed.
...
The tapping became more rapid. Her long fingernails bounced against the smooth wood.
The prefect folded her slender fingers and set them on her lap. One could only study for so long. She felt as if a steady stream of tragic boredom was being injected into her tangled, sculpted veins. What a surprise.
Reading like she did was merely an excuse, a way to hide that crushing fear whose fingers wrapped around her frame and whose thumbs pushed into her chest, making it hard to breathe. Teagan was afraid, and she didn't understand why. Sure, fear was common, but she hardly ever noticed it because of that. Now it grew ten fold. Her textbook was clearly in front of her, but she hadn't read anything clearly all day. The words were foggy, and her stomach tightened. She didn't understand why she felt so awkward around Sparky and so normal with everyone else. She hadn't eaten bad beans, had she? What made him so special?
No, it couldn't be his adorable shy smile or his honest steps--
Most certainly it was not a crush. Oh, no; Teagan did not get crushes on cute boys, and she certainly did not flirt when she saw a hottie sit next to her. Her heart did not get the hovering sensation of enlightenment and beat faster just because of some boy she would happen to enjoy looking at.
No--
She did not think like that either. She was Teagan Avarielle Monolayre, for crying out loud!
She sighed and leaned forward, and her elegant wrist caught her head and wriggled through her fiery hair. Her violet eyes glanced out a window and she closed her eyes. Her dark lashes smoothed between each other. She just sat there for a moment like that. Then, something fell beside her textbook. Her eyes popped open. It was another book, an old muggle one with a peculiar picture on the cover. The title was even weirder. It read Lord of the Flies. One of her smooth eyebrows raised. What...? She looked around and didn't see anyone nearby. Perhaps it had fallen off a shelf?
The prefect shrugged. She didn't care if this was going to be risky or not. She set her textbooks to the side and opened the book. She started reading it. She wouldn't finish for a few hours.
A peculiar book, indeed.