FINALLY, man! I've really missed this story... :(
*Brook's POV*
I was restless in my sleep the whole night. So I wasn't surprised to find awful bags under my eyes when I woke up the next morning.
I got dressed - throwing on my white skirt that rested slightly above my knees, dark brown blouse that had light brown flowers imprinted on it, and my usual brown sandals. I decided to wear my hair up in a ponytail and put on a bit of make-up to try and conceal the bags under my eyes.
I went to the kitchen wearing my brown bag over my shoulder. Aunt Linda saw me.
"Oh, if your going out, Brook can you grab a few things for me? Here's a short list," she said, handing me a small slip of paper.
"Sure Aunt Linda, I won't be out long," I promised.
She waved her hand dismissively at me. "Take your time Brooky!" she said encouragingly, and I smiled and left the house, and soon the village.
It wasn't that far of a walk to Piedmont, and the road was very familiar to me. I use to go to this small town all the time with my mother and father before my mom died. . . and now I go every once and awhile, and usually only to the library there.
I knew Karim would be able to follow my scent into the library since he's a vampire.
I sat at a secluded table in the back of the reading section, I reached into my bag to pull out something that I always carry with me.
A picture of my mom. I look just like her, she was smiling, and it lit up her beautiful olive face. Her oak brown eyes were framed with thick lashes and then she had a head of thick medium-brown hair that flowed in waves to her waist line. She was wearing a very ceremonial light brown dress that signified her role as the wife of the Chief of our tribe.
Every time I look at this picture it reminds me of how very much I miss her. My memories from my childhood were extraordinarily sharp, defined - like I was watching my past play like a movie in my mind.
I was so wrapped in my thoughts that I didn't even hear him sit down in front of me.
"I didn't mean to startle you," he apologized when I jumped slightly at his sudden appearance. I gazed at him, into his brooding sky-blue eyes that quickly made me forget all about the pain and hurt of losing my mother. . . "Is this seat taken?" he asked in his cordial voice, giving me that full-faced smile of his.
"Oh, no, not at all," I said in response to his question, smiling with him.
How was he able to bring me out of my deep, depressed reprieve? But I'm sure anything is possible with him.
Plz comment and rate! ^_^
*Brook's POV*
I was restless in my sleep the whole night. So I wasn't surprised to find awful bags under my eyes when I woke up the next morning.
I got dressed - throwing on my white skirt that rested slightly above my knees, dark brown blouse that had light brown flowers imprinted on it, and my usual brown sandals. I decided to wear my hair up in a ponytail and put on a bit of make-up to try and conceal the bags under my eyes.
I went to the kitchen wearing my brown bag over my shoulder. Aunt Linda saw me.
"Oh, if your going out, Brook can you grab a few things for me? Here's a short list," she said, handing me a small slip of paper.
"Sure Aunt Linda, I won't be out long," I promised.
She waved her hand dismissively at me. "Take your time Brooky!" she said encouragingly, and I smiled and left the house, and soon the village.
It wasn't that far of a walk to Piedmont, and the road was very familiar to me. I use to go to this small town all the time with my mother and father before my mom died. . . and now I go every once and awhile, and usually only to the library there.
I knew Karim would be able to follow my scent into the library since he's a vampire.
I sat at a secluded table in the back of the reading section, I reached into my bag to pull out something that I always carry with me.
A picture of my mom. I look just like her, she was smiling, and it lit up her beautiful olive face. Her oak brown eyes were framed with thick lashes and then she had a head of thick medium-brown hair that flowed in waves to her waist line. She was wearing a very ceremonial light brown dress that signified her role as the wife of the Chief of our tribe.
Every time I look at this picture it reminds me of how very much I miss her. My memories from my childhood were extraordinarily sharp, defined - like I was watching my past play like a movie in my mind.
I was so wrapped in my thoughts that I didn't even hear him sit down in front of me.
"I didn't mean to startle you," he apologized when I jumped slightly at his sudden appearance. I gazed at him, into his brooding sky-blue eyes that quickly made me forget all about the pain and hurt of losing my mother. . . "Is this seat taken?" he asked in his cordial voice, giving me that full-faced smile of his.
"Oh, no, not at all," I said in response to his question, smiling with him.
How was he able to bring me out of my deep, depressed reprieve? But I'm sure anything is possible with him.
Plz comment and rate! ^_^
