Post by Savannah Brooks on Mar 28, 2011 14:33:05 GMT -5
Vannah started off the day the same way she started off any other day. Her life had become a single, delicate routine. Any minor change in her everyday routine caused chaos and confusion within her little mind. She found that she liked sticking to a routine. She knew what to expect day to day. It was safe. The girl who had once run wild without a care in the world was now living in a world where she played it safe. Some days were easier than others, but the pain of losing something so close to you never truly goes away. Vannah walked through the hallways peacefully. She didn’t stop to ream out a scared looking first-year, nor did she bother to pick fights with people who had the misfortune of being placed in houses less prestigious than her own. She was quiet. She walked through the hallways and as long as no one bothered her, she didn’t bother anyone else. Vannah had perfected the power of a single look. She may have been silent, but she could shoot daggers with her piercing green eyes or send even the most cocky and confident into a fit of self-consciousness with nothing more than a slight purse of her lips or upward tilt of her nose. She judged people through her looks without even realizing what she was doing most of the time.
Vannah’s blonde hair was pulled back into a tight French braid that stretched down to her mid-back. Her robes concealed the sweatpants she had on underneath. It was that odd time of year when some days it felt like spring while with others it still felt like winter. It was pleasant enough for her to go outside and head to her usual spot in the Forest. Vannah slipped between the trees, her satchel bouncing against her hip with every step she took. The air smelled sweet like spring and felt wet with the threat of rain. Vannah’s green eyes shifted upward as she peered at the cloudy sky. A sigh escaped from her lips. She hoped the rain would hold off for a bit longer, but it looked like there was a storm moving in.
Vannah slipped between the trees and moved through the Forest until she found her favorite clearing. The only thing, as far as she could tell, that really separated this clearing by the others was that it was slightly smaller than most and contained a tree that fit the natural curve of her back perfectly. She found her tree, lifted the strap over her satchel over her head carefully so she didn’t mess up her French braid, and settled at the trunk of the tree with her back pressed against it comfortably. She reached into her bag and pulled out a book she had picked up off of the Common Room floor. It wasn’t the kind of novel that stimulated the mind or increased one’s intelligence in the slightest manner. It was the kind of novel that sucked you in and then made you feel ashamed for falling into its trap of clichés and poorly developed characters. This particular book told the tale of forbidden lovers in an earlier decade. It had the same general plot of millions of other books out there with a different setting and characters that had different names. Vannah opened the book and picked up where she left off: at the part where Angelo was convincing Maria that she was his one and only true love. Vannah was lost in the overly-dramatic mostly crappy world the book put her in. She was oblivious to anything from the light rustle of leaves in the wind to the snapping of twigs as something approached.
Vannah’s blonde hair was pulled back into a tight French braid that stretched down to her mid-back. Her robes concealed the sweatpants she had on underneath. It was that odd time of year when some days it felt like spring while with others it still felt like winter. It was pleasant enough for her to go outside and head to her usual spot in the Forest. Vannah slipped between the trees, her satchel bouncing against her hip with every step she took. The air smelled sweet like spring and felt wet with the threat of rain. Vannah’s green eyes shifted upward as she peered at the cloudy sky. A sigh escaped from her lips. She hoped the rain would hold off for a bit longer, but it looked like there was a storm moving in.
Vannah slipped between the trees and moved through the Forest until she found her favorite clearing. The only thing, as far as she could tell, that really separated this clearing by the others was that it was slightly smaller than most and contained a tree that fit the natural curve of her back perfectly. She found her tree, lifted the strap over her satchel over her head carefully so she didn’t mess up her French braid, and settled at the trunk of the tree with her back pressed against it comfortably. She reached into her bag and pulled out a book she had picked up off of the Common Room floor. It wasn’t the kind of novel that stimulated the mind or increased one’s intelligence in the slightest manner. It was the kind of novel that sucked you in and then made you feel ashamed for falling into its trap of clichés and poorly developed characters. This particular book told the tale of forbidden lovers in an earlier decade. It had the same general plot of millions of other books out there with a different setting and characters that had different names. Vannah opened the book and picked up where she left off: at the part where Angelo was convincing Maria that she was his one and only true love. Vannah was lost in the overly-dramatic mostly crappy world the book put her in. She was oblivious to anything from the light rustle of leaves in the wind to the snapping of twigs as something approached.
