Vivian Brewer
Junior
Werewolf
Too wierd to live. Too rare to die.
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Post by Vivian Brewer on Apr 12, 2009 16:23:00 GMT
Well, it is almost three o' clock in the afternoon, as Vivian stepped out onto the stage. No one else was around, which means that she has the place all to herself. She kept walking, until she reached the edge, with her guitar in hand. She never brought it to school before, but today...it was an impulse. It gave her something to do, to kill some time before it was time for her to go home.
As she carefully sat down on the stage, Vivian set her guitar in her lap. She breathed in deeply and then slowly exhaled, before she strummed a few chords. Then, after a brief moment of silence, she started making up a song. As she played, her mind then drifted off. Vivian smiled, when thoughts of a certain someone filled her head.
Tyler..., drifted across the mind. The boy she met on the hill, the wizard who made her heart race. And now being apart from him, it felt like all the light had been consumed by darkness. She missed being away from him. Vivian slowly closed her eyes, while still playing, and his face appeared in her mind's eye.
Then, out of nowhere, she found herself humming along. If only you were here...next to me.., she thought, as she slightly bowed her head and her blond hair fell in front of her face...but Vivian didn't really mind nor care.
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