Pouring(open)
Apr 5, 2010 19:10:56 GMT -5
Post by Mollee Kassel on Apr 5, 2010 19:10:56 GMT -5
Pouring, pouring, pouring. This seemed to be mollee's word of the day. A nature's word too. Because it was pouring buckets outside. Mollee could hear the pit pat of the water hit the window. She could see the tiny dots making patterns on the window.
Today, like every other day, mollee was studying. She was in the public lab because she needed access to chemicals she didn't have in the lab attached to her home. She poured the different colors and mixed. Then she would pause and check over her book, even though she was always right.
She pushed her safety goggles up as they slid down from the gravity of her head looking down. She scribbled a few noted when she heard a sound. She looked up to see the lab door open.
It was peculiar to see someone else coming in because it was late on a Saturday night. Most kids were out or with their families. Mollee was curious. She kept looking at the door until she saw a figure imerge.
Today, like every other day, mollee was studying. She was in the public lab because she needed access to chemicals she didn't have in the lab attached to her home. She poured the different colors and mixed. Then she would pause and check over her book, even though she was always right.
She pushed her safety goggles up as they slid down from the gravity of her head looking down. She scribbled a few noted when she heard a sound. She looked up to see the lab door open.
It was peculiar to see someone else coming in because it was late on a Saturday night. Most kids were out or with their families. Mollee was curious. She kept looking at the door until she saw a figure imerge.
