Post by Emma Grace Allen on Apr 16, 2013 10:21:16 GMT -5
It had been one of those lack luster weeks for Emma. She couldn't shrug off the feeling of monotony or how one day seemed to bleed into the next. Every day it was the same. Get up, eat, go to school for countless hours, coming home, studying a bit, cook dinner, bed. And it went on and on like this, day after day. Nothing really stood out, nothing really broke up the routine. It was almost a haz that set in and followed her around, like Eerore from Winnie the Pooh. But still, nothing changed.
So when the loud ringing broke into her dreams that morning, she found herself dreading the day. Mr. Jones lab class was her only class on Friday's and she had finished the lab assignment 2 days before it was due. While her classmates tinkered and messed with chemical compositions, she would compose things of another nature. Pictures, stories and often lyrics to the melody that danced through her mind at all times of the day. Today would be just another day of daydreaming and drawing. Her passion was not in the chemistry but in the notes that created a ballet of sorts through her mind, swaying to and fro. She often had to stop herself from singing and humming, even though every inch of her tingled with the desire. She was a musician at heart... but she knew the reality of the world. Musicians lived off of top ramen and caffene drinks, never sure of their next job or paycheck. They played for themselves more than for others.
And this was not who Emma was. Emma was the kind of girl who stopped in the street to let a squirrel cross, even if it held up traffic. She was the girl who was predictable and responsible. Kara knew this, everyone knew it. She never broke routine, never stepped out of her comfort zone.
But today, when her own song broke into her slumber beckoning her to wake and return to her run-of-the-mill everyday life, she declined. Today she was going to do something fun and for herself. She was going to go to the place where children clung to their mothers hand, teenagers ran about freely, and she would be surrounded by hustle and bustle. She was going to the mall.