[all of your failures are training grounds, and just as your back's turned you'll be surprised]
I groan slightly as I grimace at the sky for what must be the infinite time that afternoon, making a face and shoving my hands deeper into my coat pockets. Just my luck, it’s raining. Not that I was really that surprised, as it had been grey and miserable looking that morning, but this, this was just the pits. I could practically feel my hair curling and turning into some sort of beastly mess as I stood there in the doorway of my high school.
It was either stay there, or go out into the rain and there was no way I was staying there. Not a chance. I’ve done and seen a lot awful things in my life, but I’m not spending any more time there than I have to.
Tensing my shoulders, I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose, and I kind of wish that I hadn’t backed out of wearing my contacts halfway through second period. They just had bugged my eyes more than I wanted to deal with. I guess it was punishment for an ugly girl trying to pretend that she wasn’t.
“That’s it, taking one for the team, Murry,” I coach myself, before ducking my head down and darting down the steps, making another reflexive face at the squishing noise my shoes make.
I make it about a block and a half, before I have to stop, my glasses are too fogged up, too splattered with rain that even with them I can’t see a thing and there is no way I’m going anywhere until they’re cleaned off.
Carefully, I pull them off, and the entire world becomes a set of grey blurs, and I make a lame attempt to clean them off with the hem of my sweater, but I don’t get far before a car is screeching to close to the curb, and instinctively, I jump back, my foot catching on something which is probably nothing as I’m clumsy even when I’m not blind, and I land wet on the wet ground, just as a wave of water slides over me.
And to make things worse, I’ve dropped my glasses.
“Oh god, please don’t let someone step on them,” I groan, fumbling about and squinting to try to make out my glasses. I dig my fingers into the sand through the shallow water…wait, sand? There’s no sand in the streets of New Hampshire, at least not the last time I checked, which was, all of five minutes ago.
This is not good. Not good at all. I can’t see, and I can’t find my glasses and somehow, I’m somewhere I shouldn’t be, and my heart is beating faster, and I don’t know if I’m having a panic attack or just really mad as another wave of water hits me.
“Oh god, what just happened? Where am I?” I ask, despite the fact that it might be entirely worthless as there might not be anyone there to hear me or worse, there could be, and it could someone I definitely don’t want to hear me.
The best thing that I’m going to do now, is not cry. I’ve got to keep it together, at least for a little bit longer. I think.
[ooc: please take care when coming to help the freaked out ms murry; her glasses are on the ground, somewhere, so watch your step.]
It was either stay there, or go out into the rain and there was no way I was staying there. Not a chance. I’ve done and seen a lot awful things in my life, but I’m not spending any more time there than I have to.
Tensing my shoulders, I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose, and I kind of wish that I hadn’t backed out of wearing my contacts halfway through second period. They just had bugged my eyes more than I wanted to deal with. I guess it was punishment for an ugly girl trying to pretend that she wasn’t.
“That’s it, taking one for the team, Murry,” I coach myself, before ducking my head down and darting down the steps, making another reflexive face at the squishing noise my shoes make.
I make it about a block and a half, before I have to stop, my glasses are too fogged up, too splattered with rain that even with them I can’t see a thing and there is no way I’m going anywhere until they’re cleaned off.
Carefully, I pull them off, and the entire world becomes a set of grey blurs, and I make a lame attempt to clean them off with the hem of my sweater, but I don’t get far before a car is screeching to close to the curb, and instinctively, I jump back, my foot catching on something which is probably nothing as I’m clumsy even when I’m not blind, and I land wet on the wet ground, just as a wave of water slides over me.
And to make things worse, I’ve dropped my glasses.
“Oh god, please don’t let someone step on them,” I groan, fumbling about and squinting to try to make out my glasses. I dig my fingers into the sand through the shallow water…wait, sand? There’s no sand in the streets of New Hampshire, at least not the last time I checked, which was, all of five minutes ago.
This is not good. Not good at all. I can’t see, and I can’t find my glasses and somehow, I’m somewhere I shouldn’t be, and my heart is beating faster, and I don’t know if I’m having a panic attack or just really mad as another wave of water hits me.
“Oh god, what just happened? Where am I?” I ask, despite the fact that it might be entirely worthless as there might not be anyone there to hear me or worse, there could be, and it could someone I definitely don’t want to hear me.
The best thing that I’m going to do now, is not cry. I’ve got to keep it together, at least for a little bit longer. I think.
[ooc: please take care when coming to help the freaked out ms murry; her glasses are on the ground, somewhere, so watch your step.]