Post by ASHLEY SARAH MILLER on Dec 16, 2011 21:18:48 GMT -5
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a falling star; at least I fall alone
If Ashley wasn't in class, or in her dorm, it was always more than likely that she'd made her way to the library. Not only because she read a lot - it was safe to say that she read more than the average teenager - but also because of the quiet. In fact, the quiet was probably the number one reason that she went there so often. She didn't much like malls, cafe´s, or any other place where there were always people. Sure, it wasn't as if the library was constantly empty, just... emptier, and therefore preferred by someone as asocial as Ashley. If she didn't have to, she'd probably never talk to anyone.
Being a loner was part of her nature, a choice she had made herself a long time ago; to see Ashley engage in conversation because she genuinely wanted to was rare. During her arguably few years here on Earth she had come to discover that people more often were more trouble than they were worth. They also have a tendency of fixating on things that stick out. And a human being with wings kind of sticks out a lot. She learned that early, come to the conclusion that she was a freak, and decided to keep to herself and not give anyone but herself the chance to bully her.
That also means that she never gives anyone the chance to not-bully her - to actually like her. Now, point that out to her and all she's going to do is roll her eyes and sigh, because who would want to befriend a freak? Who'd want to talk to a freak, about anything else than the two, disturbing things that makes her a freak? She's been approached enough times by someone who wants to discuss her wings to know that that's the major subject anyone wants to discuss with her.
Because of all that, she prefers to be alone, reading, studying or possibly drawing, because no one can truly hurt her unless she gives them a chance to come close to her.
This particular Thursday, she would have preferred to stay in her dorm, but since she had nothing to read, a trip to the library had been required. It was quiet there, as per usual, and the books were many... although a problem was that she couldn't seem to find anything of true interest to her. With a sigh, she put back yet another "thrilling" book, and picked up her somewhat heavy bag off of the floor. It seemed "vampires in love" were a popular subject these days... although in her experience, there were not enough blood in those supposed-vampire stories.
She considered returning to her dorm and give up the hunt for an interesting book, just as she rounded a corner. Luck really didn't seem to be on her side, however, as she didn't just walk around a corner - she also walked right into someone. To make things worse, this caused her to drop her bag; the blasted thing not only fell down on the floor, but also find it funny to pour out all its content as well.
"Oh, great", she muttered, instead of apologizing, like any sane, polite person would do, looking down on the mess of books. Not giving whoever she bumped into more than a short glance, she crouched down and started to collect her things, not expecting the unfortunate stranger to do something as nice as help her out.
Being a loner was part of her nature, a choice she had made herself a long time ago; to see Ashley engage in conversation because she genuinely wanted to was rare. During her arguably few years here on Earth she had come to discover that people more often were more trouble than they were worth. They also have a tendency of fixating on things that stick out. And a human being with wings kind of sticks out a lot. She learned that early, come to the conclusion that she was a freak, and decided to keep to herself and not give anyone but herself the chance to bully her.
That also means that she never gives anyone the chance to not-bully her - to actually like her. Now, point that out to her and all she's going to do is roll her eyes and sigh, because who would want to befriend a freak? Who'd want to talk to a freak, about anything else than the two, disturbing things that makes her a freak? She's been approached enough times by someone who wants to discuss her wings to know that that's the major subject anyone wants to discuss with her.
Because of all that, she prefers to be alone, reading, studying or possibly drawing, because no one can truly hurt her unless she gives them a chance to come close to her.
This particular Thursday, she would have preferred to stay in her dorm, but since she had nothing to read, a trip to the library had been required. It was quiet there, as per usual, and the books were many... although a problem was that she couldn't seem to find anything of true interest to her. With a sigh, she put back yet another "thrilling" book, and picked up her somewhat heavy bag off of the floor. It seemed "vampires in love" were a popular subject these days... although in her experience, there were not enough blood in those supposed-vampire stories.
She considered returning to her dorm and give up the hunt for an interesting book, just as she rounded a corner. Luck really didn't seem to be on her side, however, as she didn't just walk around a corner - she also walked right into someone. To make things worse, this caused her to drop her bag; the blasted thing not only fell down on the floor, but also find it funny to pour out all its content as well.
"Oh, great", she muttered, instead of apologizing, like any sane, polite person would do, looking down on the mess of books. Not giving whoever she bumped into more than a short glance, she crouched down and started to collect her things, not expecting the unfortunate stranger to do something as nice as help her out.
TAGGED: Stetson! | WORDS: 580 | clothes | OOC: uhm I imagine her beloved sketch-book that no one ever gets to see ever also fell out ... *wink wink*
