Run, Run, Run Away Baby - Open
Mar 11, 2018 23:16:09 GMT
Post by Grace Taylor on Mar 11, 2018 23:16:09 GMT
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SWANSKI
WOULD I BITE?
only on days ending with Y
School was well school. The final bell of the day had gone and after what felt like an extended torture session in geography class Grace was finally set free back out into the world. With her bag slung over one shoulder, a folder poking out of the top and a jacket carefully balanced on one strap it was time to set off for home. She was walking that day, a group of them as Grace waited at the gates with one of her friends for the rest of them to join. She hadn’t taken her bike that day as it needed a new tyre that her dad was going to get.
When he didnt say so it was a walk home as she stood chatting away to another girl from her class Becky. Blonde hair and brown eyes Grace watched as a couple of boys from her year walked pasted them and whistled toward Becky. Honestly some people were just weird Grace thought as she rolled her eyes before continued the conversation they were getting stuck into. It was mostly something of nothing, notes from class that made little sense to her though it was practically homework for the night to figure it all out before the next day.
The group turned into a few and then two and then none as they all went their separate ways. At that point Grace knew she should be getting home but then home when her dad was a mess, Stephanie was trying to hold everything together and she was scared to death that there would be another body on the floor to find each time she opened the door. Going home wasnt turning out to be as exciting as she thought it would be.
After all school was finished and getting home was the best part of the day at times or it used to be until lately and today was one of those days. Instead Grace simply headed into the park to spent a bit of time there before she faced going home and wondering what the state of things would be there.
