Post by Xena on Apr 23, 2008 12:00:26 GMT 7
It’s one of those days when I can laze off without disturbing anyone. Basically, one of those days that I skip work successfully, but also one of those days that would leave me overnight paperwork. So many kinds of days, eh?
I awoke that morning with the familiar smell of dessert. I had a lot of sweet intakes yesterday; it was a surprise why I didn’t go hyperactive. Sadly, I woke up late that morning, giving me no time for the morning rounds. I wonder if I should have tea and cake with the living bear.
‘I’m sorry, your Highness, should I get your tea and cake now? No? …I’m not your servant, you say?’
It’s like being in the happy hospital for a day.
Darn those sweets. I can’t lay off of them now.
I wore the usual outfit I don when I’m not planning to attend class. Simple, really: a black blouse with designs of dots and flowers of different shades of pink, mixed with a incoherent phrase of white, followed by a black miniskirt, black leggings, and flats. I brought along my uniform, packed neatly in my bag.
I skipped happily from place to place, from my room to the hall, and to town, where I utterly wasted my time in staring at the talking apples. I wondered to myself, what am I supposed to do with an apple that talks?
Surely I can’t eat it. I can’t even imagine what would happen if I ate it.
After grabbing a smoothie and having some ice cream, I headed out for lunch. I bought a burger, before buying some lettuce and more tomatoes from a separate store. I combined them together and what a burger it was! The kind that would be so meaty and so refreshing at the same time—the kind I like to eat. I bought another ice cream and a smoothie, before nabbing a bottle of mineral water for the day.
I waste my money so much; it was a wonder how I keep myself full.
Anyway, I ambled leisurely to the Elementary Building afterwards. I attended a single class, but not after I changed my clothes. Again. I wonder if my teacher would hate me for that, but they would surely understand that I’m busy with council work and all.
Right?
I changed back to my casual attire. I wandered in the area around the well-made establishment afterwards. The green trees threw a blanket of their shade over my moving figure. It was about 2 o’clock in the afternoon, and I was on a hunt for people. Friends? Teachers? Cross dressers? Or new kids? I wasn’t picky at all on whom I might cross roads with.
I stood around, still drinking my smoothie, the mineral bottle in the messenger bag I was carrying, where my notebooks, pencils, and the like were kept.
I awoke that morning with the familiar smell of dessert. I had a lot of sweet intakes yesterday; it was a surprise why I didn’t go hyperactive. Sadly, I woke up late that morning, giving me no time for the morning rounds. I wonder if I should have tea and cake with the living bear.
‘I’m sorry, your Highness, should I get your tea and cake now? No? …I’m not your servant, you say?’
It’s like being in the happy hospital for a day.
Darn those sweets. I can’t lay off of them now.
I wore the usual outfit I don when I’m not planning to attend class. Simple, really: a black blouse with designs of dots and flowers of different shades of pink, mixed with a incoherent phrase of white, followed by a black miniskirt, black leggings, and flats. I brought along my uniform, packed neatly in my bag.
I skipped happily from place to place, from my room to the hall, and to town, where I utterly wasted my time in staring at the talking apples. I wondered to myself, what am I supposed to do with an apple that talks?
Surely I can’t eat it. I can’t even imagine what would happen if I ate it.
After grabbing a smoothie and having some ice cream, I headed out for lunch. I bought a burger, before buying some lettuce and more tomatoes from a separate store. I combined them together and what a burger it was! The kind that would be so meaty and so refreshing at the same time—the kind I like to eat. I bought another ice cream and a smoothie, before nabbing a bottle of mineral water for the day.
I waste my money so much; it was a wonder how I keep myself full.
Anyway, I ambled leisurely to the Elementary Building afterwards. I attended a single class, but not after I changed my clothes. Again. I wonder if my teacher would hate me for that, but they would surely understand that I’m busy with council work and all.
Right?
I changed back to my casual attire. I wandered in the area around the well-made establishment afterwards. The green trees threw a blanket of their shade over my moving figure. It was about 2 o’clock in the afternoon, and I was on a hunt for people. Friends? Teachers? Cross dressers? Or new kids? I wasn’t picky at all on whom I might cross roads with.
I stood around, still drinking my smoothie, the mineral bottle in the messenger bag I was carrying, where my notebooks, pencils, and the like were kept.
