Bad surprises {Trent}
Apr 9, 2008 11:21:53 GMT -5
Post by Abigail Donner on Apr 9, 2008 11:21:53 GMT -5
Abigail was walking through the Macken park, having just returned from the post office near the Academy. It was her mother's request that she could get her stuff there in the city instead of receiving her mail at the school. That was, she said, it'd force her daughter to go out every day and do a bit of exercice, which was needed in her mind. As though Abby had some weight to lose. Anyway, she usually ended up only going once a week or so, and since her mother didn't really keep tracks of the letters that were sent and received, there wasn't really any harm in doing so. And with all the work they usually ended up getting at the Academy, she didn't actually have any more time to come and check her mail every day, especially considering she didn't actually get some mail every day. Right now, however, she did have a somewhat large package tucked under her arm which came from home and which she was pretty sure she knew what it was, and though she wasn't about about it, she couldn't exactly leave it there and she didn't have the money to return it, not with her at that moment anyway. She had some in her bank account, quite a lot actually, considering she'd been getting an allowance since she was seven and had hardly ever spent any of it. She preferred keeping it, figuring she might actually need it some time. She had no idea of how soon, too.
Sighing softly, she walked over to the first empty bench she saw, which wasn't hard to find considering the park was almost empty. Probably because it was near dinner time, but Abigail wasn't hungry. She was still satiated from the lunch she'd eaten a few hours before, and she'd probably grab a little snack on the way back to school and eat it later on. That was usually what she did most days, actually. She forced herself to eat a good breakfast, then a rather good lunch and then she hardly had to eat anything for dinner. Of course, what was a good breakfast for her was a regular one for pretty much everybody else, and her rather good lunch seemed as more of a light lunch. She'd often gotten comments about her eating habits, and it was probably a good thing that she'd never told anybody at school about her old eating habits, because then she'd surely be accused of having an eating disorder or something of the sort. It was not necessarily something she wanted to live yet again, so whenever she was told she ought to eat more, she kept her comments to herself.
After sitting down, Abby decided she might as well open the package right away and deal with whatever was in it. She was dreading it a little, to be honest. She could remember one of the conversations she'd had with her mother before leaving for school. The previous year, Abigail had had to attend homecoming with a dress that, according to her mother, was of very bad taste no matter how much Abby liked it, and so she'd told her that she would be taking care of buying the dress this year. And now, this must be it. Abby was hesitant to open it here and now, easily seen of all, but there wasn't anybody around and she was very curious. Biting her bottom lip lightly, she carefully opened the package and frowned lightly as she reached to take its content out. As soon as the dress was unfolded in front of her, her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. This was surely the ugliest, less tasteful dress she'd even seen. It was long, plain, with small spaghetti straps and a brown sash at the waist. And the dress was orange. Pumpkin shade. Actually, Abby would have described it as a burnt pumpkin. There were also frills at the hem and the dress itself seemed formless. Not small enough to be body fitting, merely falling down in a straight line from the hips to the ankles. On top of it all, Abby never ever wore orange. It was one of the only colors she never wore, because she felt that with her black hair, it made her look like Halloween. Her mother however, who was a brunette, had a closet full of orange colored items. Abigail really did love her mother, probably a lot more than what she deserved, and usually did almost anything for her. This, however, she would not do.
Sighing softly, she walked over to the first empty bench she saw, which wasn't hard to find considering the park was almost empty. Probably because it was near dinner time, but Abigail wasn't hungry. She was still satiated from the lunch she'd eaten a few hours before, and she'd probably grab a little snack on the way back to school and eat it later on. That was usually what she did most days, actually. She forced herself to eat a good breakfast, then a rather good lunch and then she hardly had to eat anything for dinner. Of course, what was a good breakfast for her was a regular one for pretty much everybody else, and her rather good lunch seemed as more of a light lunch. She'd often gotten comments about her eating habits, and it was probably a good thing that she'd never told anybody at school about her old eating habits, because then she'd surely be accused of having an eating disorder or something of the sort. It was not necessarily something she wanted to live yet again, so whenever she was told she ought to eat more, she kept her comments to herself.
After sitting down, Abby decided she might as well open the package right away and deal with whatever was in it. She was dreading it a little, to be honest. She could remember one of the conversations she'd had with her mother before leaving for school. The previous year, Abigail had had to attend homecoming with a dress that, according to her mother, was of very bad taste no matter how much Abby liked it, and so she'd told her that she would be taking care of buying the dress this year. And now, this must be it. Abby was hesitant to open it here and now, easily seen of all, but there wasn't anybody around and she was very curious. Biting her bottom lip lightly, she carefully opened the package and frowned lightly as she reached to take its content out. As soon as the dress was unfolded in front of her, her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. This was surely the ugliest, less tasteful dress she'd even seen. It was long, plain, with small spaghetti straps and a brown sash at the waist. And the dress was orange. Pumpkin shade. Actually, Abby would have described it as a burnt pumpkin. There were also frills at the hem and the dress itself seemed formless. Not small enough to be body fitting, merely falling down in a straight line from the hips to the ankles. On top of it all, Abby never ever wore orange. It was one of the only colors she never wore, because she felt that with her black hair, it made her look like Halloween. Her mother however, who was a brunette, had a closet full of orange colored items. Abigail really did love her mother, probably a lot more than what she deserved, and usually did almost anything for her. This, however, she would not do.