Chapter 2
She was
Maybe the rain will stop soon, Chris thought, gazing out of the glass panels in her living room. She smiled to herself and hugged the bolster even harder. Time to stop lazing around! She thought.
In an effort to get up from her slouching position, Chris tripped over a heap of books lying on the edge of the sofa and landed, butt first, on the carpeted floor.
‘Ouch!’ Chris rubbed her sore butt and got up from the floor. The living room was messy, with clothes, magazines and books lying all over the floor. The TV sat alone in the middle of the living room, as if a lonesome figure longing for company. Maybe its time to clean up the place, she thought to herself. Maybe later, she decided again.
Walking past the mirror in the bathroom, she did a double take. Two brown eyes smiled back at her. She raked a hand through her soft messy hair that fell like an uneven curtain around her face and neck. She tried to tie the hair up but the result was a rather good auntie look-a-like. Frmph, she thought to herself, as her fringe escaped from the grasp of the scrunchie. She pulled out the scrunchie and let her fringe hang free.
She slipped out off her FBT shorts and quickly changed into an army green skirt that was lying around the living room. She swept her wallet, lying on the desk, into her sling bag and in one quick swift motion, wore her sandals and closed the door.
The living room was messy, with clothes, magazines and books lying all over the floor. The TV sat alone in the middle of the living room, as if a lonesome figure longing for company. The balcony was empty, except for a few cacti and sunflowers.
As the rain loomed over the dark sky, even the plants seemed to look gloomy.
She was
Maybe the rain will stop soon, Chris thought, gazing out of the glass panels in her living room. She smiled to herself and hugged the bolster even harder. Time to stop lazing around! She thought.
In an effort to get up from her slouching position, Chris tripped over a heap of books lying on the edge of the sofa and landed, butt first, on the carpeted floor.
‘Ouch!’ Chris rubbed her sore butt and got up from the floor. The living room was messy, with clothes, magazines and books lying all over the floor. The TV sat alone in the middle of the living room, as if a lonesome figure longing for company. Maybe its time to clean up the place, she thought to herself. Maybe later, she decided again.
Walking past the mirror in the bathroom, she did a double take. Two brown eyes smiled back at her. She raked a hand through her soft messy hair that fell like an uneven curtain around her face and neck. She tried to tie the hair up but the result was a rather good auntie look-a-like. Frmph, she thought to herself, as her fringe escaped from the grasp of the scrunchie. She pulled out the scrunchie and let her fringe hang free.
She slipped out off her FBT shorts and quickly changed into an army green skirt that was lying around the living room. She swept her wallet, lying on the desk, into her sling bag and in one quick swift motion, wore her sandals and closed the door.
The living room was messy, with clothes, magazines and books lying all over the floor. The TV sat alone in the middle of the living room, as if a lonesome figure longing for company. The balcony was empty, except for a few cacti and sunflowers.
As the rain loomed over the dark sky, even the plants seemed to look gloomy.
[to be continued...]
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