Post by Brooke Davidson on Apr 26, 2008 12:45:11 GMT -5
Forbidden, it was only a word part of the name. It was a huge Joke, that was all that Brooke thought about the threes that seemed to stretch on forever. Even the wimps didn't fear the dark walls of branches and even the good students broke the so called rule to enter into its beckoning depths. She wanted to laugh at the hilarity of it all, rules were meant to be broken but any institution that let the rule be broken by so many was showing itself to be weak in a way that Brooke would have found completely inexcusable in herself or anyone she knew.
Footsteps barely sounded as a whisper with every step she took into the bracken. Her hair flew around her face with the silent breeze and the shadows danced upon her skin with reckless abandon. It was nice out here and she had yet to see one dangerous creature. For a moment she wondered if the school had put it off limits so that the student body would disappear beneath its branches every once in a while and leave peace within the rest of the school.
She reached a small clearing where a small stream babbled over stones along its way and the wind whispered through the branches about her. She smiled slightly and sat down on the ground opening the book she had brought with her, a collection of plays by Oscar Wilde one of the most interesting writers that she had ever read.
She was just finishing up the Importance of being Ernest and was about to start with the Picture of Dorian Gray, both wonderful plays in her personal opinion and both with some of the most interesting moral and social commentary that she had ever read.
Footsteps barely sounded as a whisper with every step she took into the bracken. Her hair flew around her face with the silent breeze and the shadows danced upon her skin with reckless abandon. It was nice out here and she had yet to see one dangerous creature. For a moment she wondered if the school had put it off limits so that the student body would disappear beneath its branches every once in a while and leave peace within the rest of the school.
She reached a small clearing where a small stream babbled over stones along its way and the wind whispered through the branches about her. She smiled slightly and sat down on the ground opening the book she had brought with her, a collection of plays by Oscar Wilde one of the most interesting writers that she had ever read.
She was just finishing up the Importance of being Ernest and was about to start with the Picture of Dorian Gray, both wonderful plays in her personal opinion and both with some of the most interesting moral and social commentary that she had ever read.
