ROLLING IN THE DEEP * DANNY

Once she sat upon the wooden bench, she found her shoulder bag being forced to lay upon her bony lap. The bag really wasn’t heavy but, being placed upon her resting body, the bag suddenly got heavier. It was as if the bag decided gain weight as a way to tell her to keep moving. Does the bag not know that only makes her want to stay much longer or that added weight will make getting off the bench even more difficult. Perhaps the bag knew she would figure this out and decided to change its motives. It now wanted her to stay and rest on the bench because if she deserved a breather every once in a while. Whatever the reason, the bag felt heavier it was. That’s that.

She stopped debating about the bag’s heaviness since she felt the added weight on the bench. That and her thoughts about how an inanimate object suddenly can make decisions such as how heavy it wants to be, was make her head spin. That was why she was on the bench in the first place. She wanted her head to stop going in circles and relax. If she had known she’d think of ridiculous things, Willow would have continued to head to the gate. However, she knew she could not move because she could not help but wonder if leaving would offend the person next to her. If she was to sit on a bench and the person, in which she would be sharing the bench, got up and left, well, she would not help she did something wrong. So, for now, she would stay.

When she heard the boy speak, her head turned in his direction. It would be rude not to. Plus, looking at someone while speaking can help a conversation flow better. If one was not to look in the direction, it would be possible the other person would have to ask her to repeat the words she had said. She was doing it again. She was thinking. Why does her mind wander so? The thoughts of hers had became so jumbled, she had almost forgot what the male had said. Willow inferred it was something about the seat he had taken so she came up with a response based on this thought. “Yeah. That’s fine,” she spoke as she flash one of her smiles.

When the words spilled from her mouth, she could not help but noticing herself taking in gasps of her air. She hadn’t notice she was out of breathe until now. “I’m sorry,” she apologized, not wanting the other person to feel alarmed. She doubt the stranger even acknowledged her gasping of air. “I don‘t now what is wrong with me,” she continued though she was not curtained why she was giving this person this information. Well, it really was not information but lies. She had an idea of why she was acting so strange. Willow Calloway was guilty and this person would probably hear it in her voice. She hoped he was not a Peacekeeper in disguise. Actually, she kind of though he probably didn’t give a shit it she was short of breath; therefore questioning her actions really was not worth the words.

The other person’s words shocked her in a way. He had introduced himself and, well, it wasn’t what she was expecting. Perhaps an “are you okay?” or maybe a “freak” would have been better for the situation but a sudden introduction? His statement threw her off. Actually, the randomness sort of calmed her from the weight of her shoulder bag. Unaware why such a statement would cause her heartbeat to slow was beyond her. She simply knew she was calm and the process of questioning this was only allowing her nerves to worsen. So, without much more thought, she stopped her thinking process. Willow Calloway would not be thinking of anything for a while

She delayed her reaction to his statement. Her mind was on a rollercoaster yet again. So much for allowing her mind to calm. In most conversation, the most polite thing to do is to exchange names. However, this could very will be a trap. This person could want her name just so he would turn her into the authorities. That or he is the authority and desires her name for record usage. Yes. That has to be the reason for his sudden introduction. He wants her to be punished for the weapons her knows are in her bag. This is a trick! It has to be. Nobody in District Three is that open with introduction.

Perhaps she is only overreacting. She had to remind herself that there are some friendly people out there and not that every person and their mother was out to get her. Some people may find a sudden introduction traditional in conversation rather than a delay one. Though she has a difficult time believing it, some people are just nice. Regardless of the fact, she was still hesitant about giving out her name. Then the idea popped in her head. A fake name. Yes. This way she would not possibly give out private information yet she would not seem rude. This is quite the brilliant idea.

Her eyes looked over her surroundings, trying to uncover the best possible fake name. Although there are quite a large sum of people on the streets, one may find some people’s voice simply stick out more. A little boy called to his older brother, Will. The name will do. Will seemed to be a popular name around these parts; therefore her first name will be Will. Now to move on to her last name. She suppose she could chose the popular last name Smith but, perhaps, these person will know the name she will give him was, in fact, a false name. So, Smith was not a chose. However, a name on a nearby shop caught her attention. Walk this way. Walloway. Yes, the perfect last name. So her new identity would be Will Walloway. “I’m Willow Calloway.” Damn it.

occ: mine is quite terrible. i wanted to be weird so i made willow weird (: