Post by odette on Sept 11, 2011 23:58:48 GMT -5
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it all goes by,
Ah yes just like most mornings she found herself getting up before most of the girls. It wasn't like she was trying to avoid anyone but Odette just liked to get up. The earlier the better. Slipping on a outfit, her blue eyes glanced around before she made her way out. Shutting the door softly behind her as she made her way down the stairs.
Destination? Not even Odette knew the answer to that but she shoved her hands into the pockets of her coat and made her way down. Her shoes making small sounds that seemed to echo. 'No one really got up in the morning'. Odette thought to herself shifting a bit back and forth as she waited to finally get outside. The crisp air instantly hit her face and at first it took Odette a bit back. Somehow she had tried to forgot about this weather. Winter was not her favorite but it was for a few different reasons, none that she felt like sharing with a student or even a professor for that matter. Her private life was private for that exact reason.
Now though, she found herself heading in the direction of the pitch. Making her way to the stands, Odette climbed up fairly quickly to one of the top seats and sat herself down. Crossing her legs together and pointing her toes out. A few people were already out practicing, watching, Odette brushed a few of loose hairs from her face. The same facial expression on her face. Not a smile but it wasn't as if she looked angry. It was calm, not a cocky sort of calm but just a person who seemed to be wrapped with in their own thoughts.
It was always cold in the winter and plus her single worst memory was in this time. She could remember being at school at the time. That was about the only time that classes and even practice had gone by like blurs. Then the majority of her break had been spent in her room, not saying a word to anyone. When she came back to school, Odette forced herself back in her normal routine. Not wanting to appear weak to her fellow students. Not that she ever mentioned it to anyone. Who wanted to hear a sob story anyways?
Odette even kept the last letter he had sent her. It was simple, just telling her that he hoped she was well and that her grades were doing alright. The three little words at the bottom was why she kept it. Why it sat in a small box under her bed. 'I love you'. Naturally when she had first read it at school, Odette had just thought of it like anything else. Then after that cold night when he died, that one letter from her father was all that she had. The last and most precious of moments. When someone died, Odette was convinced that even the little stuffed mattered, more so when they were gone. You could remember ever laugh, smile and hug. Every word muttered from their lips. All the sudden those things became the sweetest.
To hear them say one last word was what you would die for. Odette when she shut her eyes, could still hear him. See him as clear as that day. Feel his lips on her forehead as he called her his little 'Oddie'. When she opened her eyes, it all faded away. Fading away to leave Odette alone and haunted. Haunted by the sound of gun shots...
Destination? Not even Odette knew the answer to that but she shoved her hands into the pockets of her coat and made her way down. Her shoes making small sounds that seemed to echo. 'No one really got up in the morning'. Odette thought to herself shifting a bit back and forth as she waited to finally get outside. The crisp air instantly hit her face and at first it took Odette a bit back. Somehow she had tried to forgot about this weather. Winter was not her favorite but it was for a few different reasons, none that she felt like sharing with a student or even a professor for that matter. Her private life was private for that exact reason.
Now though, she found herself heading in the direction of the pitch. Making her way to the stands, Odette climbed up fairly quickly to one of the top seats and sat herself down. Crossing her legs together and pointing her toes out. A few people were already out practicing, watching, Odette brushed a few of loose hairs from her face. The same facial expression on her face. Not a smile but it wasn't as if she looked angry. It was calm, not a cocky sort of calm but just a person who seemed to be wrapped with in their own thoughts.
It was always cold in the winter and plus her single worst memory was in this time. She could remember being at school at the time. That was about the only time that classes and even practice had gone by like blurs. Then the majority of her break had been spent in her room, not saying a word to anyone. When she came back to school, Odette forced herself back in her normal routine. Not wanting to appear weak to her fellow students. Not that she ever mentioned it to anyone. Who wanted to hear a sob story anyways?
Odette even kept the last letter he had sent her. It was simple, just telling her that he hoped she was well and that her grades were doing alright. The three little words at the bottom was why she kept it. Why it sat in a small box under her bed. 'I love you'. Naturally when she had first read it at school, Odette had just thought of it like anything else. Then after that cold night when he died, that one letter from her father was all that she had. The last and most precious of moments. When someone died, Odette was convinced that even the little stuffed mattered, more so when they were gone. You could remember ever laugh, smile and hug. Every word muttered from their lips. All the sudden those things became the sweetest.
To hear them say one last word was what you would die for. Odette when she shut her eyes, could still hear him. See him as clear as that day. Feel his lips on her forehead as he called her his little 'Oddie'. When she opened her eyes, it all faded away. Fading away to leave Odette alone and haunted. Haunted by the sound of gun shots...
words, outfit, sorry it took me a bit
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