Post by Jo Erikson on Sept 28, 2011 12:47:49 GMT -5
I remember all those crazy things you said.
You left them running through my head
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]Maybe she was lost. Or maybe she wasn't, silently she continued her jog down the street. Turning a right she continued jogging hoping she wasn't lost. Maybe I should stop and ask for directions... she thought but she didn't stop. Just kept on jogging at the same pace. Her pace was great, alot of track helping out with this. Frowning she paused and looked up at the sign, a library? What?! Now she was definitely lost.
Maybe I can get help from inside… she thought pushing, then pulling the nearest door open without noticing the ‘Exit’ sign. Tripping over a small child she gave out a small yelp of surprise as she jumped away from the stranger, wondering why the girl came tumbling out of the wrong door. The girl’s mother scowled, scolding her child for sitting in front of a door and apologizing without actually meaning it. Rolling forward Jo knocked into a small cart carrying a few books. The cart rolling a couple feet as the blonde girl sat on the ground fighting back a laugh.
Getting up she smiled slightly and apologetically towards the mother of the child and to a flustered old lady who clenched her book as the cart rolled past. Looking around a bit lost Jo stood there looking around at the large and silent library. Her racket probably being the loudest thing occurring in such a boring environment. Brushing her blonde hair back she began picking up the few books that fell off the cart. Obviously, Jo didn’t belong here. Ripped light blue skinny jeans and tousled hair, bright orange skater shirt and worn down black Vans. Sure she had money, a lot of it, but that didn’t mean she was going shopping anytime soon.
