Post by akshay miyhella spare on Nov 6, 2008 14:12:06 GMT -5
Her guitar on her back, a package of strings in her left hand and in her other hand, she held a few sheets of paper, filled with scribbles. It was clear that she had been outside; if there would have been lessons, she wouldn't have carried her guitar. But the guitar wasn't the only thing that proved it. The knees of her tights had turned slowly greenish and mud was spread over her woollen skirt. It had started with a few boys playing football and asking her to join in, and it had ended with this. She didn't really seem to notice, and if she noticed, she didn't show it. Perhaps she just didn't mind.
Akshay took a few steps further into the hall and looked around, hoping she could find a seat. She didn't care wether she would sit next to someone she knew, or next to a stranger, as long as she had one chair for herself. And the hall was filled with so many people she hardly saw the end of the hall, so it'd be hard to find a seat. She sighed exaggerated, shook her head and mumbled a few inaudible words. "C'est impossible,"
STATUS ! not finished at all.
WORD COUNT ! will come here once finished
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TAGGING ! no one
OTHER! I know my English isn't perfect - forgive me, please
