I’m not quite done with this idea, so here comes a little more.
That really wasn’t a good idea. Wet footprints lead from the pond to her bedroom. Thank God she had saved up enough to get a single-room. Sharing the story of how she fell into the water would certainly not help on her mood. Damn fish-bird. With the already down she twisted out of the soaked rags and hurried into the bathroom. Cold water poured out, but it was still warmer than her blue lips. She’d have to get up earlier to catch up with the homework she was supposed to do tonight. That didn’t really matter. All that was in her head was the slight burning sensation of blood returning to her skin. Washing out some dirt that managed to get in her hair there was absolutely nothing on her mind. Just her and the water.
Doo-wee-doo! Ugh, god damn Doctor Who. Creatively cursing her choice of alarm tone she half slid, half rolled out of bed and managed to get across the room where she’d hidden her phone. “Frodo traveled to Mordor with The Ring, you can get out of bed!” Mission accomplished. Still pretty drowsy she put on some rags and turned on the excuse of a TV. No interesting news today. A suspected arsenal case in the neighbor town. The owner seemed to have found a fine mixture between shocked, devastated and furious. Selling religious artifacts sure seemed to piss someone off. The rest of the world seemed like the mess it was yesterday.
A vibration and a muffled sound came from somewhere between the couch’s cushions. Fishing up her phone she read the concise SMS. “This is an automatic notification. The following books are due within the next 24 hours. ‘John Green – Looking for Alaska‘ and ‘Markus Zusak – The Book Thief‘. Have a pleasant day.” The books war still lying next to her bed. She’d thought she could finish them both, but school continued to occupy her time. Not even considering all the time she spent fixing Josh’ problems. With only about a hundred pages left she figured she could finish the book before diving into her homework. Grabbing an apple from her desk and “Looking for Alaska” from the floor she made herself comfortable in the couch again.
The mentioning of the Smoke Hole reminded her of their own pond. That fish, or bird, or whatever was truly fascinating. It couldn’t be real though? She’d never seen anything like it, but admittedly creatures in the water wasn’t her speciality. Maybe she could draw it down. At least it would make a great picture. No, she had to focus. Book, then homework, then Josh. I could never live by a schedule, she thought with a little chuckle, and turned the page.
I have to end it here. I’ve actually come up with a great idea for this little story of mine, but I’m going to be strict with myself. Only one hour of writing a day, no more, no less. Hope you’ll enjoy my attempt at writing!
I made a couple of links so you can check up those books. They are incredibly beautiful and definitely worth reading.