[opp!plot. this sort of like bad 3am decision]
The facts were these: after twenty nine, nearly thirty years of a cheerful and chipper disposition and a tendency to love adventuous and optimistic, Charlotte Charles who was better known as Chuck realised that she had clearly been misinformed.
The world was not a bright and sunny place. People were not that interesting nor fun to get know and frankly pie was not that delicious. Bright colours were obnoxious, bees could sting you, and the sun gave you burns.
It was as if she had woken up and realised that someone had super-glued rose coloured glasses to her eyes and now the glue had come unstuck. For fucking finally.
Dressed in head to toe back, Chuck was sitting against the fence of the pasture, using the pages of a book for what they were meant to be used for: a cigarette.
Rolling her eyes, every time she saw a smiling person wander by, hoping that the island would send her home where she could accidentally brush against Ned and zap herself back into death. That would be a great break. Or maybe she could finally use her second chance at life for something fucking useful like, living.
Kicking a stone, she was looking at the ground when she saw a shadow cross over hers. Figures that she couldn't even get stand here without someone getting all up in her business.
"You mind? Can't a girl get some fucking peace around here, geez."
The world was not a bright and sunny place. People were not that interesting nor fun to get know and frankly pie was not that delicious. Bright colours were obnoxious, bees could sting you, and the sun gave you burns.
It was as if she had woken up and realised that someone had super-glued rose coloured glasses to her eyes and now the glue had come unstuck. For fucking finally.
Dressed in head to toe back, Chuck was sitting against the fence of the pasture, using the pages of a book for what they were meant to be used for: a cigarette.
Rolling her eyes, every time she saw a smiling person wander by, hoping that the island would send her home where she could accidentally brush against Ned and zap herself back into death. That would be a great break. Or maybe she could finally use her second chance at life for something fucking useful like, living.
Kicking a stone, she was looking at the ground when she saw a shadow cross over hers. Figures that she couldn't even get stand here without someone getting all up in her business.
"You mind? Can't a girl get some fucking peace around here, geez."