Twidling With My Thumbs ((Open))

[Margaret Fox]

Holly was jogging around the school, as she figured she might as well get some ‘me-time’. Her life had in fact demanded a lot of her, demanding mental and physical strength in times in which she only desired the sit back, and let someone else take the bull by the horns. But, Holly didn’t have that luxury. So, she did what she did best these days. She ran. How many times, to how many places, she’d lost track long ago. Not that she minded. Some things she had done were best forgotten. That was one thing she was able to do. The ability to forget was wonderful. If you couldn’t forget, the burden of your mistakes would come crashing down, and destroy you under the weight of your own system of self punishing. Guilt was a powerful feeling, and Holly knew that all too well, as did so many others. She mentally scolded herself, and shook her head as she quickened her pace from a trot like run, to a fasted paced jog. She ran a couple of more times around the school and soon, retired to a long stretch of grass. Holly was dressed in black yoga pants and a white tank top that ended at her belly button. “Merrrrrr.” She mused and crouched down, and did a front flip, well, front roll on the ground. She than unbound herself from the rolling position, and laid flat on her ground on her back. She put her arms above her head, so her hands cradled the back of her head. The sky was a pretty blue, with big fluffy white clouds. It was one of those days that Holly loved. It made the world seem… a bit less scary than it really was. Maybe pure was the word, or… yea, that seemed like a good way to describe it. Holly wasn’t much to describe exactly how everything was. ‘The sky was blue with clouds.’ Is what she would write in a journal. She wasn’t much for poetry either. She liked things being simple. In a world of insanity, and complications, and other difficulties it was the one thing she could fall back on. She groaned inwardly, and closed her eyes. She didn’t get to relax like this, this often. What, with the family she had a moment of peace was extremely rare. Not to mention her child. Well…. The surviving one. Her two little boys had died, well, murdered in the Havens attack. Holly made herself believe it was a terrorist attack. She made herself believe that. Ever since she had started at the Havens, she knew how much outsides disliked them; they hated the thought of Teenagers, or anybody having these gifts. So, they tried to get rid of them, get rid of them all.

WORDS! 466
STATUS! complete
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NOTES!Merpppp
INSPIRATION! The Killers
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LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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[waterfall]

Darren flung the football as hard as he could to Motto, his motorcycle. He had accomplished in making his motorcycle move on its own, and now he was testing its limits. Admittedly though, he was bored. A few minutes later, when his bike returned with the football and he let out a sigh, looking for someone or something to entertain him. The vehicle gleamed in the picturesque sunlight, its navy blue coat shimmering. He loved his bike, but he had spent so much time with the thing in the garage already. His machines were definitely not fit replacements for people, even though they seemed like better company at times. "This school is booorrrinnggg....." he groaned to himself. He took off his blazer, which was mandatory at school, and revealed an old oil stain the automobile had given him one of the many days they had spent together in the garage. He hung it on the handlebars of his motorcycle, and rolled up his white sleeves to end them at his elbows. He then unbutton the top few buttons of his shirt which seemed to strangle him. When he was done fiddling with his clothes, he ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. Suddenly, he heard the rustle of the grass. He started for the direction in which the sound came and stumAZXbled upon a girl who may or may not have been sleeping. She was beautiful, much like a model. Darren crouched down next to her, moving a strand of her blonde hair out of her face with gentle hands, "Well, aren't you a cute one..." he mumbled with a smirk. Her hair was soft, much like how the clouds look in the sky today. He wondered if she was out here to escape the restrains of the school and get some fresh air like he was. "Maybe you could entertain me Missy...."

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