Post by violet brielle larfield on Nov 13, 2008 0:31:13 GMT -5
Most students dreaded days like this. Not Violet. It was a over-cast and foggy day here. Not to mention it was a Saturday as well, so why would you see a student out on a day like today? Violet wasn't like all of the other students. Instead of resenting the depressing weather, she embraced it. Back in England she used to go out on days like this and just sit and think. To her, the fog was beautiful and was the perfect way to go outside and clear your mind.
Taking in a deep breath, Violet opened her umbrella and continued walking around the park. She had a notepad and a pen in the spiral tucked underneath her arm. Instead of staying inside, she decided to come out and relax. Most students thought it was an odd method, but it really helped her. As she turned, a smile appeared on her lips as she found a bench. It hadn't rained yet, so it was safe to sit down on.
Violet sat down and propped her umbrella over her head. She flipped open her notebook and started working on a poem she had started earlier. It was an assignment for her writing class and she decided to write it on the weather. Small little drawings of trees and such were scattered across her paper, showing the parts of her thinking process. She usually drew those to keep her 'creative juices flowing', or so to speak.
Taking in a soft breath, she scribbled down a few more lines in her neat handwriting. Violet had gone to a private school before coming to the states, and it was all girls as well. That was one of the reasons she was so shy. She hadn't been raised to deal with the opposite sex, at least not besides relatives. She had learned quite a lot since moving here but she still had a lot to learn.
Violet looked up from her paper, letting her grasp around the pen relax. Her vibrant blue eyes took in the grey scenery that surrounded her. She moved a strand of her chocolate brown hair and tucked it behind her ear. Her gaze followed along the river until she could see it no longer. As she looked down to write once more, she noticed a figure approaching. She looked up, waiting for them to arrive.
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