Post by The Jenn on Jun 4, 2011 21:28:47 GMT -5
Who: Sally
What: Lonely Little Girl
Words: 812
Today was going to be... another boring day. Sally turned her head in the direction of the door unhappily, willing someone to walk through and save her from herself. Her boredom. The quiet.
Nothing was ever really quiet in the city, of course. She could hear the muted sounds of the street from her bedroom. There were always people talking or shouting during the day. There was always the rattle of carts and carriages. There were other noises sometimes. They lived their life surrounded by noise. The rest of her family just got to go out and live in the noise sometimes. She never did.
Daddy said she looked too special for people to ever leave her alone if they saw her. Daddy said people would try to take her away if they saw her and make her live with them instead. Or they might not understand why she looked so special and try to kill her because they didn't know what else to do. Either way, she wasn't allowed outside of the house. Ever. For any reason.
One forepaw absently dug at an itch around her ear, the thick hair and fur making it hard to find. She twisted a little more and tried to reach with both paws at once, rubbing them vigorously back and forth over her head until the itch went somewhere else. She had to sit forward awkwardly so she didn't squish her tail and try to balance. She'd forgotten to sit near a pillow. She would have to find one soon. Her butt hurt.
She wished she could change like Daddy could. Then she could make hands like Tabby to scratch her fur, or legs like Bobbie to dig just right. She didn't have the good legs or the good hands. Daddy had apologized to her for that once. She got it from him. She had told him that it was okay and she forgave him because he obviously didn't mean to, but could he please be more careful next time so that he got it right. He promised he'd try.
The room got boring when nobody was home. All of her brothers and sisters were in school - they were all allowed to go because they were built with the right combinations. And faces. She couldn't hold a face for long enough to go to school. It wasn't just one hour. It was lots of hours.
Sometimes it made her want to cry. She wore her sad face.
Sometimes it made her want to hit a pillow. She wore her angry face.
Sometimes it made her want to be somebody else. She didn't wear a face.
At least she got to stay in the room with all the toys during the day. She played with them until she got bored with them. The rest of the house was off-limits and Daddy locked the door to keep her from getting out. The window was locked, too. He said she was too young to be allowed to get into the kitchen and some other rooms just yet without him or Mommy or Uncle Kieran or Uncle Amhal home. Or Tabby. She got to come out if Tabby was there to watch her.
If she'd been the older sister, she could have watched Tabby. Hah. Wouldn't that have been funny? She thought things like that sometimes, trying to find ways to not be bored.
Tabby was a good older sister. Kind of bossy. Sometimes. She tried to teach her things she learned in school, but if she didn't want to learn then she just had to not put on one of her faces and she couldn't see whatever Tabby was trying to show her.
She would be willing to learn all the time if it meant Tabby stayed home with her when nobody else did. Or Buster. Or Ginger. Or... or anybody! Anyyyybodyyyyy! She was so booooored and lonely!
At least there was usually someone home and she didn't have to stay alone for too-too long. There were enough adults in the house and they all had different jobs. They all left and came home at different times, usually, and had different days off. She was kind of a cling-on when there was only one other person home. She stayed close without getting too close. Or she might accidentally turn them to stone. And then she'd just be alone again.
Glumly, she tucked up her legs and rested her head on them, feeling her hair flop all around her in a giant mess without someone to brush it after a good scratch. Her tail slowly curled up and around her face, tip twitching back and forth.
She might as well sleep. That way she would be ready for when someone came to let her out.
What: Lonely Little Girl
Words: 812
Today was going to be... another boring day. Sally turned her head in the direction of the door unhappily, willing someone to walk through and save her from herself. Her boredom. The quiet.
Nothing was ever really quiet in the city, of course. She could hear the muted sounds of the street from her bedroom. There were always people talking or shouting during the day. There was always the rattle of carts and carriages. There were other noises sometimes. They lived their life surrounded by noise. The rest of her family just got to go out and live in the noise sometimes. She never did.
Daddy said she looked too special for people to ever leave her alone if they saw her. Daddy said people would try to take her away if they saw her and make her live with them instead. Or they might not understand why she looked so special and try to kill her because they didn't know what else to do. Either way, she wasn't allowed outside of the house. Ever. For any reason.
One forepaw absently dug at an itch around her ear, the thick hair and fur making it hard to find. She twisted a little more and tried to reach with both paws at once, rubbing them vigorously back and forth over her head until the itch went somewhere else. She had to sit forward awkwardly so she didn't squish her tail and try to balance. She'd forgotten to sit near a pillow. She would have to find one soon. Her butt hurt.
She wished she could change like Daddy could. Then she could make hands like Tabby to scratch her fur, or legs like Bobbie to dig just right. She didn't have the good legs or the good hands. Daddy had apologized to her for that once. She got it from him. She had told him that it was okay and she forgave him because he obviously didn't mean to, but could he please be more careful next time so that he got it right. He promised he'd try.
The room got boring when nobody was home. All of her brothers and sisters were in school - they were all allowed to go because they were built with the right combinations. And faces. She couldn't hold a face for long enough to go to school. It wasn't just one hour. It was lots of hours.
Sometimes it made her want to cry. She wore her sad face.
Sometimes it made her want to hit a pillow. She wore her angry face.
Sometimes it made her want to be somebody else. She didn't wear a face.
At least she got to stay in the room with all the toys during the day. She played with them until she got bored with them. The rest of the house was off-limits and Daddy locked the door to keep her from getting out. The window was locked, too. He said she was too young to be allowed to get into the kitchen and some other rooms just yet without him or Mommy or Uncle Kieran or Uncle Amhal home. Or Tabby. She got to come out if Tabby was there to watch her.
If she'd been the older sister, she could have watched Tabby. Hah. Wouldn't that have been funny? She thought things like that sometimes, trying to find ways to not be bored.
Tabby was a good older sister. Kind of bossy. Sometimes. She tried to teach her things she learned in school, but if she didn't want to learn then she just had to not put on one of her faces and she couldn't see whatever Tabby was trying to show her.
She would be willing to learn all the time if it meant Tabby stayed home with her when nobody else did. Or Buster. Or Ginger. Or... or anybody! Anyyyybodyyyyy! She was so booooored and lonely!
At least there was usually someone home and she didn't have to stay alone for too-too long. There were enough adults in the house and they all had different jobs. They all left and came home at different times, usually, and had different days off. She was kind of a cling-on when there was only one other person home. She stayed close without getting too close. Or she might accidentally turn them to stone. And then she'd just be alone again.
Glumly, she tucked up her legs and rested her head on them, feeling her hair flop all around her in a giant mess without someone to brush it after a good scratch. Her tail slowly curled up and around her face, tip twitching back and forth.
She might as well sleep. That way she would be ready for when someone came to let her out.
