Such a Pity.
"Memories cannot possibly fade." Said the girl, gazing into his blue eyes.
"The only thing I can not possibly remember in exact detail is how lovely you are, for every time and again that I see you, 'tis like I have never before been astounded by your beauty." He replied to her.
"That fools me not, for I know that all beauty in this world pales in comparison as I see you face." And with that, they danced. T'was like no dance ever performed, no dance ever before seen or comprehended, for these two people were surrounded in such elegance that any other person would've been meant to flail and die at such prettiness.
And I knew this, as I watched. I have known this for such a long time, hoping, praying, waiting for a moment when it would not be true. I sighed, wishing so desperately that I may someday be surrounded by such a level of elegance as they.
For they were in love, and it seemed to me like they never would come out of it.
"Where the hell are my pants?!" Came the usual screech, signalling to everyone in the house that it was indeed, a Monday. And as usual on a Monday, random noises of displeasure were heard.
"Shut up Emily!" I screeched back, thoroughly pissed off at her, which as again, usual on a Monday. I threw on some pants and ran downstairs. Emily was outraged as I came down, and it took me a moment to realize why. These weren't my pants.
"Why the hell are you wearing my pants?" She fumed.
"They were in my room. I don't know why." I explained tiredly.
"Well, get your own, I want my pants on!" She whined.
"Jeez, I'm not taking them off in front of everybody eating breakfast!" I stated irritatedly.
"I don't care, just hurry up."
"What, you want breakfast and a show?" I grumbled, heading upstairs to find my own pants. I decided to just get dressed, and I threw one a dark blue teeshirt, and a jean skirt with black leggings. So I decided to skip the pants today.
As I walked out of my room, Emily shoved past me, grabbing her pants from my hand. I just decided to go downstairs and eat something. My morning routine was pretty normal, breakfast, brush teeth and hair, go to school, all that good stuff.
Emily's brown hair was pretty much all I saw as she passed me on the stairs.
"What's your beef? Did you forget a shirt this time?" I asked pointedly.
"No, dipwad, I'm late!" She squealed, grabbing her shoes and running through the door barefoot. Again, we heard her squeal, as she hollered something about snow.
"Relax, Maddie, she's only freaked because she doesn't realize that I put her clock an hour ahead. She's not really late." Gwen laughed.
"So you make her screech even earlier than she normally does?' I asked sarcastically. I was not happy. My sisters got along terribly, even though they were twins.
· Wed Nov 04, 2009 @ 07:27pm · 0 Comments