Post by Anne Elsaint on Aug 2, 2009 12:04:13 GMT -5
Anne sat alone in the dorm corner, alone, and reading a book. The book was torn and old, but it taught her well. She sighed, placing her index finger tip on her bottom lip, and crossing her legs. Her ears were bent back as she stared down at the book, deep and transfixed in thought. She shivered a little, the corner which she was sitting in, was lonesome and chilly. She looked up. Other students were standing or sitting around, either studying or chit chatting about their day. Most students were fixed on drama, and HAD to get their daily fill of it. Anne never really fancied drama...she never wanted to be in it. Sure she liked conversing and making friends...but rumors and accusations were pet peeves of hers and she would not tolerate it.
She breathed heavily, closing her book and shivering a little more. She clutched the stone around her neck to heat her hands, but her shoulders still bared the cold tingle of icey skin. "Maybe it would be in my best interest if I were to just head off to sleep...", She thought to herself. Lost in thought as to what her next motion would be, she went to stand and take her leave, when something or someone grabbed onto her wrist.
She breathed heavily, closing her book and shivering a little more. She clutched the stone around her neck to heat her hands, but her shoulders still bared the cold tingle of icey skin. "Maybe it would be in my best interest if I were to just head off to sleep...", She thought to herself. Lost in thought as to what her next motion would be, she went to stand and take her leave, when something or someone grabbed onto her wrist.
