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more story, yo
Aug. 7th, 2002 06:28 pmYeah, so leave a comment if you're reading this, please? If you don't like it, you can tell me that, I won't get all mad at you. Criticims are welcome, ^^ Just do keep in mind this is an unedited version. I like to not touch my writing while still writing the story. It just....puts me in a different mood for the story, I think.
“Well, let’s get started, shall we?” Lanif sat down at a computer and started looking for reference books they could use. Timria walked over to the section in which books could be found that would help them, and came back to their table with a sizable stack. She took the cap off her pen and set to work.
About an hour and a half later, Timria was getting bored. She tapped her pen against her notebook, watching the people around them. Lanif glanced up.
“We can take a break, it’s been a while since we’ve actually spoken to each other.” Timria agreed and closed her notes.
“So....what are you up to this weekend?” Lanif asked.
“Nothing,” she said, wishing there was something interesting to say.
“Nothing? You’re going to go home after this and look at the wall until school on Monday?”
“Basically.”
“Come on, you have to do something worth mentioning in the next two days!” She glared at him.
“Once I’m done with this, I’ll go home and read for a while. I’ll watch the news, and then I’ll watch one of those investigative stories they have on the news stations afterward. Then I’ll go make myself a sandwich or whatever I can find in our cupboards or refrigerator. I’ll either read again or go online. Then I’ll write, and then I’ll go to bed. I’ll wake up and go to church and then go jogging. I’ll eat something for lunch. I’ll do homework if I have any left. I’ll read and use the computer and maybe go for a walk if I get sick of my house. And then I’ll go to bed. In the next two days, nothing worth mentioning will happen. But what about you?” She smiled at him, noticing his usually easy smile was absent. He was looking at her oddly. Not with pity, more like confusion.
“Don’t you have any friends, Timria?”
“No.”
“Why not? You’re not....” He paused, searching for the right phrase.
“I’m not a loser? Whatever. I don’t know what the deal is, but I’ve never had any friends.”
“No, that’s not what I meant. I meant....You shouldn’t be alone. You’re a nice girl. You’re pretty, and you’re smart, and you don’t deserve to have no one.” Something he said burned on the inside, and Timria didn’t know which part it was.
“....What are you doing this weekend?” Lanif smiled at her question.
“Nothing worth mentioning.”
“Well, let’s get started, shall we?” Lanif sat down at a computer and started looking for reference books they could use. Timria walked over to the section in which books could be found that would help them, and came back to their table with a sizable stack. She took the cap off her pen and set to work.
About an hour and a half later, Timria was getting bored. She tapped her pen against her notebook, watching the people around them. Lanif glanced up.
“We can take a break, it’s been a while since we’ve actually spoken to each other.” Timria agreed and closed her notes.
“So....what are you up to this weekend?” Lanif asked.
“Nothing,” she said, wishing there was something interesting to say.
“Nothing? You’re going to go home after this and look at the wall until school on Monday?”
“Basically.”
“Come on, you have to do something worth mentioning in the next two days!” She glared at him.
“Once I’m done with this, I’ll go home and read for a while. I’ll watch the news, and then I’ll watch one of those investigative stories they have on the news stations afterward. Then I’ll go make myself a sandwich or whatever I can find in our cupboards or refrigerator. I’ll either read again or go online. Then I’ll write, and then I’ll go to bed. I’ll wake up and go to church and then go jogging. I’ll eat something for lunch. I’ll do homework if I have any left. I’ll read and use the computer and maybe go for a walk if I get sick of my house. And then I’ll go to bed. In the next two days, nothing worth mentioning will happen. But what about you?” She smiled at him, noticing his usually easy smile was absent. He was looking at her oddly. Not with pity, more like confusion.
“Don’t you have any friends, Timria?”
“No.”
“Why not? You’re not....” He paused, searching for the right phrase.
“I’m not a loser? Whatever. I don’t know what the deal is, but I’ve never had any friends.”
“No, that’s not what I meant. I meant....You shouldn’t be alone. You’re a nice girl. You’re pretty, and you’re smart, and you don’t deserve to have no one.” Something he said burned on the inside, and Timria didn’t know which part it was.
“....What are you doing this weekend?” Lanif smiled at her question.
“Nothing worth mentioning.”
