Post by imogen sarah saunders on Feb 28, 2010 2:15:14 GMT -5
and it’s not like me to hide behind a wall
AND IT’S NOT LIKE ME TO FEAR THE FALL
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Imogen hated school. That was a lie she didn’t hate school, in fact she found it was a wonderful place to socialize, it was the work that was a problem and the homework. She knew she had to get it done or else she wouldn’t pass and getting held back wasn’t something that sounded very appealing. This was one of those rare days where Imogen decided to take responsibility and went to the library to study for her upcoming tests. In reality she’d much rather be passed out on a couch somewhere, or with her friends smoking. Imogen was your typical sheep. She would do what it took to fit in and make her feel good about herself. Being intoxicated usually gave one boosted self esteem. Her less then appropriate school attire was gaining her some attention, although while for most people it would have been unwanted, Imogen thrived off it. Life was more fun if people were watching. She was one of the few girls in the school that wore heels, topped off with a skirt she’d rolled up ridiculous amounts and an over sized jumper. Not exactly conventional, but then again Imogen wasn’t exactly known for her fashion sense. Although it had drawn people’s attention to her on her first day. Which was exactly what she'd wanted.
Stepping carefully on the wooden floor of the library , as to avoid making loud clicking noises, Imogen chewed her bottom lip gently as she walked past the isles of bookshelves, checking reference numbers as she went. American history was not a subject she was to keen on. Mainly because she’d been studying it since she’d started school and some how her classes always got stuck on one of the world wars and never moved from there. But it was an easy class so she'd taken it and the work had to get done. Checking the slip of paper she was carrying, she noted one of the books scribbled down by her teacher and turned into the near by isle, running her finger along the dusty books. Honestly she didn’t even understand why they had a library , half the books looked like they’d never been opened and all students had a dorm they could study in. In Imogen’s opinion it was a waste of space and money, something she’d verbally announced a few times and only ever received teachers rolling their eyes at her. Placing the book on the floor beside her, she checked the next one on her list and sighed, this was already a tedious process and she hadn’t even started reading yet. The reference numbers seemed to run vertically and as Imogen followed them she realized she had a small problem. Small being the operative word. Imogen barely reached 5’4 and there was no way in hell she was going to be able to get that book without climbing on the book shelf and bringing the whole thing down.
Imogen knew only from movies that if one shelves fell down the rest would follow and she didn’t think her parents would appreciate paying for a new library. Taking into consideration the fact that sometimes she felt guilty making them pay for everything. Although she'd grown up with Wentworth and Lily calling them ‘mom and dad’ it was still a little off putting and her brother seemed more like family then her adoptive parents. She ran a hand through her messy brunette hair , lost in thought. Picking up the book already on the floor, she walked back down the aisle and stuck her head out, looking for the librarian. It seemed most people had better things to do on a Thursday afternoon. The librarian didn’t even seem to be there. Letting out a huff, Imogen stomped back to her unattainable book and lent against the shelf carefully, standing on the tips of her toes trying to grab it. Her finger tips brushed over it lightly. Growling in frustration, she jumped, not a smart thing to do in heels and gripped the corners, pulling it down. Along with the intended book came several others that landed with a thud on the floor. Upon landing the brunette misplaced her footing and toppled down with the books, groaning softly. Studying was detrimental to a persons health, it was official.
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MUSIC PLAYING: PLACEBO- RUNNING UP THAT HILL
STATUS OF POST: FINISHED
WORDS: SEVEN ONE NINE
NOTES: im sorry for the shortness and shitness D:
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