Post by Raven Angela Shroud on Apr 17, 2007 7:16:28 GMT -5
Columbine looked out over the water that flowed past the boat. Her black hair was done up on a simple braid coiling around into a bun to keep it out of her face. Deep brown eyes peered into the blackened distance. A scarf wrapped around her face to ward off the biting cold, and she wore the dress she'd been wearing to the pary, the one that was grey and maroon and reached her ankles. A frown marred the pale face it was set upon. Was it so hard to leave her old home behind?
Her parents were moving to London. That's it. The End. No more America. Not that she very much cared for America anyway, but still. It was just annoying to be in such a tumult to leave. Why were they rushing anyway? Was there something really important waiting for them in London? Were they running from something?
Columbine sneezed, flung out of her reverie. She blinked, sighed, and then went to sit down at the chair she'd placed at the aft to watch the waves.
Her parents were moving to London. That's it. The End. No more America. Not that she very much cared for America anyway, but still. It was just annoying to be in such a tumult to leave. Why were they rushing anyway? Was there something really important waiting for them in London? Were they running from something?
Columbine sneezed, flung out of her reverie. She blinked, sighed, and then went to sit down at the chair she'd placed at the aft to watch the waves.