Smells (open)
Apr 6, 2012 17:13:51 GMT -5
Post by Shale V. Than on Apr 6, 2012 17:13:51 GMT -5
Shale kept smelling the collar of her dress, she hated the smell of her clothing. Everything she owned smelled of formaldehyde and smoke. She always thought se smelled of death. Living at a funeral home would do that to clothing. Shale sighed as she took one final sniff of her collar. There was nothing she could about the smell other then get outside and hope it would dissipate.
With a book bag on her shoulder Shale stared to walk to the fence. She knew of a spot in the fence that she could climb under and get out the woods and to her tree there she read. The thought of her tree and the woods make Shale start to daydream, the woods, the birds, everything about her spot makes her happy.
Shale was so caught up in her daydream she was not looking where she was going, and because Shale was walking with such gusto, trying to gets to the wood quickly, she walked right into someones back. Shale tumbled to the ground dropping her books on the way to the ground. She quickly picked up her books and said, "sorry… I did not see you there…" Shale hated this, she was not one to talk to people, but literally running into someone forces conversation.
With a book bag on her shoulder Shale stared to walk to the fence. She knew of a spot in the fence that she could climb under and get out the woods and to her tree there she read. The thought of her tree and the woods make Shale start to daydream, the woods, the birds, everything about her spot makes her happy.
Shale was so caught up in her daydream she was not looking where she was going, and because Shale was walking with such gusto, trying to gets to the wood quickly, she walked right into someones back. Shale tumbled to the ground dropping her books on the way to the ground. She quickly picked up her books and said, "sorry… I did not see you there…" Shale hated this, she was not one to talk to people, but literally running into someone forces conversation.
