Post by rose on Apr 7, 2007 19:12:41 GMT -5
Ivy awoke that morning, with a sense of excitement. She had no clue why, but it felt as if the earth was trembling with it. The very trees outside her windows seemed to tremble with it, calling to her to join in their joy.
She jumped out of bed and shoved it quickly to the back of her mind. She knew where the feeling was coming from,and she wasn't sure what to do about it, yet. She had been able to sense how the world around her felt lately, and it intrigued her, as well as exciting her. She had a specialty no one else had,a nd didn't even know what to do with it. Or if she wanted others to know.
She sighed softly to her self ,and then caught her reflection in the small mirror above her dresser. Spotting her bed head, and flushed cheeks, she grinned. The foolish expression quickly caused her to burst out laughing. She cut it off, listening silently, hoping she hadn't woken up the rest of the house.
Her father wouldn't have cared, he used to share silly moments of spontaneous laughter with her all the time. Then, he married her step-mother, and got very serious. He still laughed, but it was as if the world weighed heavily upon him. She got along well enough with Diane, they could never be considered friends, but they didn't fight either, unless it came to the woman's beauty sleep, fashion, or Cassie. She shrugged, thinking of her half-sister, she might have objected, but that girl could sleep through anything, and had.
She laughed again, thinking of it, as she slipped on her faded jeans. She fingered the large rips across the knees, hoping she could sneak out without Diane spotting her. Ivy had taken to hiding her favorite clothes in the back of her closet, and washing them herself when everyone was gone. She called them lived it, well-worn, but Diane called them worn-out and dead.
She roughly jerked on her dingy white tennis shoes, forgoing the effort of socks, and twisted the laces into a careless knot. She stuffed the ends into the shoe, and grabbed a tank top off her dresser. She glanced around the room, thinking she should probably spend the day picking up, but instead simply jerked the tank over her head, and slipped out the window.
It could wait, and besides, it wasn't messy, just not spotless.
She had no clear destination in mind, just enjoying the day, as she jumped into the tree, swinging carelessly on the branch, before dropping the few feet to the ground. Grinning once more, she stole out across the backyard, certain no one would even miss her, at least for awhile.
She scaled the back fence, and landed heavily in the alley, hoping she could figure out the source of the excitement she could feel buzzing in the air.
She headed down random streets, listening, until she heard a single phrase, repeated, as if in a chant. She stopped suddenly, standing absolutely motionless.
They have awoken, She has returned.
She jumped out of bed and shoved it quickly to the back of her mind. She knew where the feeling was coming from,and she wasn't sure what to do about it, yet. She had been able to sense how the world around her felt lately, and it intrigued her, as well as exciting her. She had a specialty no one else had,a nd didn't even know what to do with it. Or if she wanted others to know.
She sighed softly to her self ,and then caught her reflection in the small mirror above her dresser. Spotting her bed head, and flushed cheeks, she grinned. The foolish expression quickly caused her to burst out laughing. She cut it off, listening silently, hoping she hadn't woken up the rest of the house.
Her father wouldn't have cared, he used to share silly moments of spontaneous laughter with her all the time. Then, he married her step-mother, and got very serious. He still laughed, but it was as if the world weighed heavily upon him. She got along well enough with Diane, they could never be considered friends, but they didn't fight either, unless it came to the woman's beauty sleep, fashion, or Cassie. She shrugged, thinking of her half-sister, she might have objected, but that girl could sleep through anything, and had.
She laughed again, thinking of it, as she slipped on her faded jeans. She fingered the large rips across the knees, hoping she could sneak out without Diane spotting her. Ivy had taken to hiding her favorite clothes in the back of her closet, and washing them herself when everyone was gone. She called them lived it, well-worn, but Diane called them worn-out and dead.
She roughly jerked on her dingy white tennis shoes, forgoing the effort of socks, and twisted the laces into a careless knot. She stuffed the ends into the shoe, and grabbed a tank top off her dresser. She glanced around the room, thinking she should probably spend the day picking up, but instead simply jerked the tank over her head, and slipped out the window.
It could wait, and besides, it wasn't messy, just not spotless.
She had no clear destination in mind, just enjoying the day, as she jumped into the tree, swinging carelessly on the branch, before dropping the few feet to the ground. Grinning once more, she stole out across the backyard, certain no one would even miss her, at least for awhile.
She scaled the back fence, and landed heavily in the alley, hoping she could figure out the source of the excitement she could feel buzzing in the air.
She headed down random streets, listening, until she heard a single phrase, repeated, as if in a chant. She stopped suddenly, standing absolutely motionless.
They have awoken, She has returned.