Suburbia Girl, You're Lost in Your World
Abby leafed through her book as glanced the librarian goosed about behind the checkout counter of the library. The last time the blonde remembered signing up for a card was a few years ago, (maybe seven?) and it wasn't such a hassle. She had to get forms from her mom and get a new identification card and and... was it really necessary for all this mess to check out books so she could pass a class?
Putting her finger to book mark the page she was on, the blonde took another look around the sleek little library. Not cozy, not warm, it looked far too technical and sterile for her tastes. She missed the comfy, book wormish style of her library at home. Err... in Evanson. Not that she was quite homesick. She still could IM old friends, she talked to people at school. There was a club. But she really didn't fit into the crowd. Her mom made more than enough to fit in economically, but suburbia could be read easily across her face, her clothes, and perhaps her words.
But as she peeked at the patch of sky that peered from the skylights (what were SKYLIGHTS doing in a library??), she realized it had been one singular month since she flew. Too many people could see her. And she just didn't want anyone to see her, not right now. She slumped in her chair and gave a sour pout to the librarian who was still fussing.
What was it with New York, anyway? She was starting to understand why villains came. Nothing seemed to work properly here.
Putting her finger to book mark the page she was on, the blonde took another look around the sleek little library. Not cozy, not warm, it looked far too technical and sterile for her tastes. She missed the comfy, book wormish style of her library at home. Err... in Evanson. Not that she was quite homesick. She still could IM old friends, she talked to people at school. There was a club. But she really didn't fit into the crowd. Her mom made more than enough to fit in economically, but suburbia could be read easily across her face, her clothes, and perhaps her words.
But as she peeked at the patch of sky that peered from the skylights (what were SKYLIGHTS doing in a library??), she realized it had been one singular month since she flew. Too many people could see her. And she just didn't want anyone to see her, not right now. She slumped in her chair and gave a sour pout to the librarian who was still fussing.
What was it with New York, anyway? She was starting to understand why villains came. Nothing seemed to work properly here.