Post by zaley maria bradley on Feb 11, 2010 23:57:12 GMT -5
yo, this post is open for anyone and you can bet that dear Zaley is rocking this! Yup, also, this is four-seven-one words short and all you can thank Paramore for those snazzy lyrics. Also, this is the suckiest post of all sucky posts, sorreh!, so yeah! <3[/center]The den was a nice place for someone to go and get some quiet time...Ha, not! It was a nice place for the more social of the kids around the academy/institution/prison/home/whatever to go, but it was not a nice place to go read a book or get some alone time. There were dorms and dark hidey holes for that. So why then, you might ask, was Zaley Bradley, a decided antisocial child and standoffish person by nature and circumstance, there? Well, it all started with a phone call. From her mother of all people! Now, one would think that this would be the last person Zaley ever ever want to talk to, but the truth was...There was that small part of Zaley that hoped for good. For the situation to turn around. She supposed it was the same part of her that obstinately held on and didn't fold under Anna's unending pressure. Her mother, acting as if she hadn't just pretty much disowned her daughter and given up on her, had been all "hello, how are you? I miss you, how's the weather? You should go find friends!" ....Yeah mom, right after I acclimate to being an orphan by your own substandard parenting choices, and getting used to living in a place that, for me, is pretty much a mental institution. That had been Zaley's initial first thought, but she couldn't give up. She was desperate for that bit of love from her mother, no matter how feeble and pitiful and contradictory it was. So she'd snatched it up, stuffed it down to get her through the long night, and had set off, in search of "friends".
Of course, the logical place to go for friends was a place where happy, sociable, fun people gathered, right? So she'd set off for the den. It was rather empty, because it was about eight o' clock on a Saturday, but hey, Zaley had always been weird like that, and she was glad it wasn't packed. She didn't know if she could have handled walking into it when it was jam-packed, being the focus of all those stares...She already felt self-conscious enough as it was. So she found herself a comfy beanbag chair, with her omnipotent companion the iPod carefully placed in her lap, earbuds in her ears but not playing music, thumb poised over the small triangle button to flood out her sister and any other noice that particularly threatened her. She may have taken the initiative to put her around people, but she couldn't yet go up to talk to them, and she couldn't yet dare to do it without her iPod. She didn't do anything without her iPod anymore. That was like living without air, and yeah, air was necesary.
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