Post by age on Dec 5, 2012 21:19:02 GMT -5
Outdoors. How great. Wonderful. Yeah. Whatever.
Age sighed and looked aroung the park. There were kids playing, parents watching, young couples doing what teens did when their hormones were in overdrive. She rolled her eyes at them. She'd had boyfriends, but she didn't do the whole "true love" thing. She was far too busy for that. She preffered her ferret and her bass. That, along with her band mates and their shows, was all she needed. She had her ferret with her, as always, and his little paws on her shoulders were comforting. Her father had openly hated her for two years now, and that could get anyone down.
Oh well. She didn't need him. She had Roger on her shoulders and her bass -which she affectionately called Felix- in its case. She didn't care much for guitar, and therefore found it impossible to play in the park for money like other people did. She didn't need that either. She was quite content with band life; it was her dream. That was the end of the story, as far as she was concerned.
However, the parents watching their children play reminded her of the way she and Jack had played, back when they were little and her father still gave a-
Roger crawled down her arm and into her lap, staring up at her and then jumping around, off the bench and in little circles on the ground. She smiled and let him have a bit more slack on the leash.
Age sighed and looked aroung the park. There were kids playing, parents watching, young couples doing what teens did when their hormones were in overdrive. She rolled her eyes at them. She'd had boyfriends, but she didn't do the whole "true love" thing. She was far too busy for that. She preffered her ferret and her bass. That, along with her band mates and their shows, was all she needed. She had her ferret with her, as always, and his little paws on her shoulders were comforting. Her father had openly hated her for two years now, and that could get anyone down.
Oh well. She didn't need him. She had Roger on her shoulders and her bass -which she affectionately called Felix- in its case. She didn't care much for guitar, and therefore found it impossible to play in the park for money like other people did. She didn't need that either. She was quite content with band life; it was her dream. That was the end of the story, as far as she was concerned.
However, the parents watching their children play reminded her of the way she and Jack had played, back when they were little and her father still gave a-
Roger crawled down her arm and into her lap, staring up at her and then jumping around, off the bench and in little circles on the ground. She smiled and let him have a bit more slack on the leash.