Woes (GameWizard)
Feb 12, 2009 22:40:18 GMT -5
Post by Willow on Feb 12, 2009 22:40:18 GMT -5
Willow sat on the ground on the street, her back pressed against one of the many street lamps along the town area. She exhauled a deep breath into the cool air, sending a cloud of visiable breath parading through the space in front of her. Lightly, she laid a hand against he groaning stomach. Oh, why hadn't she grabbed some bread before she had bolted out the door?
We earn our dreams in this world. It was foolish of me to think you could ever change! Not the kindest words to receive from the woman who you knew as your mother. Cold, and indifferent. She had felt more like a student than a daugther when she was around that woman.
Clara Owens had always been a woman of dignified stature, a gentlewoman. A woman was to be presteen and cordual towards everyone around her, bottom her thoughs, and preform for her signifigant other like a puppet on strings.
This was exaclty the opposite of anything Willow had ever wanted.
And so she had run. She'd taken her bag, full of nothing but a couple notebooks from school, the clothes on her back, and ran. Honeslty, she was quite sure she would end up coming back anyway. A day or two away maybe all she was cut out for alone, bbeing away from Exavior, her brother, and her father. They were her family, and her mother, well, she was just sort of ther, as far as she was concerned.
And despite that fact, she continued to hear her words of scolding. You're tongue is split in two! You spit out insults sharper than butchers knives! Heaven knows where you get that from!
Again, she let out a deep, long held breath, and stared up at the empty sky. It was cold. If the hunger in her stomach didn't kill her, the tempeture surely would do the job for it.
