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Post by Ruth Hamilton on Dec 8, 2008 23:29:47 GMT -5
Ruth loved flowers; so graceful, peaceful and free. Sometimes when she was little she used to run out to the meadow and pretend she herself was a beautiful flower; rooted comfortably in the ground; swaying in the wind with a beautiful, perfect motion. She would spread her arms out to the sky and dream she was a flower; she was beautiful and everyone loved to look at her, to be with her. Her parents would praise her for her fluid, lovely motions…they’d love her; what she wanted all along…they wouldn’t see her as a burden, as a mistake, but as something beautiful…something worthy of being praised, of being loved. Then her parents would come find her and lecture her for goofing off when she should be at her piano lessons and the dream would end.
Now she was older, a teenager; she didn’t have time for such simple dreaming. She had piano lessons, dance practices, homework and now that the mid-terms were drawing near she knew she’d have to study all day if she even wanted to think of passing. But today, she found herself in the meadow, but this time not for dreaming; this time she came to think. In fact, she hoped she wouldn’t dream…something that used to be a pleasure to her was now a horror. She lied in the grass, perfectly aware that she was ruining her new jeans and her parents would be terribly angry at her; she also had piano lessons at this very moment, but she had to think now...she just...couldn't be home right now, she just couldn't. Her parents would hate her, but if they knew why she had to be alone, they'd hate her even more. She knew she was goofing off, that she was making her parents disappointed, but, she her thoughts shamed her so much she couldn't face her parents right now.
Last night, she dreamed of Nessie. She dreamed they were dancing in a beautiful meadow then kissed. Why? Why would she dream such things? Those thoughts were a sin, her parents had already made that very clear. And, besides, it was impossible Nessie could ever share her feelings, Nessie wouldn't want to kiss her, who would?
"I wish life wasn't so confusing," she muttered with a small sigh and closed her eyes, seeing herself as a child, pretending she was a flower; back when life was so simple. Why couldn't it just stay that way?
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Post by Zach Josanno on Dec 11, 2008 21:21:44 GMT -5
Zach wasn't used to forests. You didn't see that many back at home...it was more of a city kind of country, Italy. Of course there were green places in the country; he just never went to them. So the fact that this was possibly the greenest town on earth was a whole new experience for Zach, one he was eager to try. So that was why he was walking through the woods today, enjoying the scenery. Mind you, he couldn't help but wish there was a little more sun out...he knew that that would make it look even nicer. Every brochure he had ever seen involved some sort of show of sunshine, and they were even in between leaves sometimes. That looked really nice, almost as if the leaves themselves were glowing.
Still, beggars couldn't be choosers...and there was something kind of nice about how mysterious the forest looked when it looked like it was about to rain. He couldn't quite place it, because what sane person really liked the rain? Still, it seemed like it was getting sunnier as the elevation of his path got higher. Probably because it was getting above the clouds...how interesting. Grinning, he decided to jog as far as he could, just to get some pent up energy out.
When he finally made it to the meadow, he heard another voice, that of a girl. A curious frown crossed his face as he went closer, to see a distressed blonde, pleading with some invisible force over something. He wasn't sure what to do...he had probably interrupted something here.
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Post by Ruth Hamilton on Dec 11, 2008 21:55:43 GMT -5
Ruth sighed and sat up. This wasn't helping at all, in fact, thinking about it only got her even more confused. She just didn't know what was going on in her own head, which was probably pretty sad since the teenage girls at her school seemed to be aware of what was in their heads. Of course, most of them probably didn't dream about their classmates as she did.
Ruth got up and brushed as much grass as she could off her jeans. Her parents would be mad enough at the fact she was late, she didn't want to give them any more reason for them to be mad. She turned around to leave and nearly jumped when she saw someone else near her. She instantly blushed as soon as she realized how shocked she was. That was rude; Ruth had just been surprised because she had thought she was the only one here, this boy had done nothing wrong.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I thought I was alone."
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Post by Zach Josanno on Dec 13, 2008 23:28:45 GMT -5
Just as Zach had been expecting, he had completely interrupted something, and now the poor girl seemed completely shocked to see him. He winced, feeling quite embarrassed to have taken away her moment of peace. "No, I'm the one who's sorry," he assured her, smiling apologetically as he began walking backwards. "I guess I interrupted something, hmm?" Yet something stopped him in his tracks. He wasn't sure what triggered it, but it was a strong desire, one that made he walk forward again. There was something about the look on the girl's face...she just seemed so sad. "Are you all right?" he asked, then realizing that he had asked two questions in a row and hadn't left any room for answers. Very polite Zachariah...really, let the girl have a word in, he reminded himself. That was what forced him to stay silent for a few moments.
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Post by Ruth Hamilton on Dec 13, 2008 23:55:56 GMT -5
"No," Ruth said with a shake of her head, "Of course not, in fact, I was just about to go home." Well, that part was true, but of course she couldn't tell the rest, she couldn't tell what she was doing to some stranger because she knew what she was doing, what she was thinking right now wasn't something you told people.
"I'm fine," she said with a small smile and then she realized she should introduce herself. "I'm Ruth."
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Post by Zach Josanno on Dec 25, 2008 16:35:36 GMT -5
Well, at least Zach could rest easy knowing he didn't interrupt anything. Now he just had to worry about holding the girl up. Most people would have merely nodded and let that person go on his or her merry way, but that desire still remained, keeping Zach's feet firmly on that patch of earth. There was something about this girl that didn't seem completely happy, even when she was just smiling and introducing herself. Now what would make her any less happy than she ought to be? "I'm Zach," he stated, not wanting to be so rude as to not return the gesture of introducing himself. He could deal with his gut feelings later.
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Post by Ruth Hamilton on Dec 25, 2008 23:25:04 GMT -5
"Oh," said Ruth, suddenly feeling rather awkward, at a lost to what in the world she could say next. She sighed; she never had been the best conversation maker, she just couldn't think of anything to say at times. Or if she could, it was normally very stupid. "Nice to meet you," she said with a smile then pretended to brush more grass on her jeans, wishing she were more outgoing.
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Post by Zach Josanno on Dec 27, 2008 17:40:11 GMT -5
Zach waited for the awkward silence to fade out, fully understanding that not everyone was good with making conversation on the spot. He rarely had a problem with it, but he had met so many shy people in his life, that it'd be absurd to think that he wouldn't encounter any others. Zach nodded, saying, "Likewise. So, do you come here a lot? It's a nice little meadow, isn't it?" he asked, shrugging. He knew that Ruth was heading off, but he thought it couldn't hurt to ask that one little question. She'd be free to go once he was done making small talk. He was kind of hoping for friends, and this girl looked like she could use one.
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Post by Ruth Hamilton on Jan 17, 2009 14:01:56 GMT -5
"Yes," Ruth said with a smile, "I do a lot when I want to think. It makes me feel at peace." Ruth stood there, not really sure what to say next. She mentally slapped herself with how awkward she was; she never knew what to say to anyone. She wished she knew how to make conversations better, how to talk to people she didn't know. She was sure Nessie would know what to say. She always seemed to know the right things to say.
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Post by Zach Josanno on Jan 25, 2009 22:52:04 GMT -5
Zach's lips quirked upward at her words and he chuckled. No, he wasn't laughing at her. It was more at how he rarely heard people talk like that, least of all to people they had just met. "Well that's definitely good. Life gets so frenzied sometimes...everyone needs these moments, when there's nothing to worry about," he responded, walking a bit more until he was just in front of the young girl. For she really seemed young. Not just in age, even though he could tell that she was probably a bit younger than him. She had the sort of expression that screamed innocence, and probably would for a long time to come. His mother said that he had that sort of face too, and that he should value it, since youth wasn't going to last forever.
Still, with this innocence, there was so much confusion and sadness. From what he could tell in these first five minutes of conversation, Zach had a feeling that she, most of all, needed this little patch of nature as a sanctuary.
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Post by Ruth Hamilton on Jan 25, 2009 23:09:02 GMT -5
"Yes," Ruth said awkwardly, shifting her feet from side to side, stooping at an instant from doing so since it was a foolish thing to do. She could just imagine what her mother would say with that little display of unladylikeness. She frowned a bit, wondering why she couldn't be the perfect lady her mother wanted. She stared at Zach, feeling as if he could sense the reason why she wanted peace...since her dirty thoughts, "Life can get stressful. I'm actually missing a piano lesson right now..." she said, biting her lips, feeling guilty that she was missing that right now. "I probably should go to that," she muttered, more to herself than to Zach, "my parents will be so disappointed if I miss it."
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