Post by Jessica Hamby on Sept 20, 2009 1:41:35 GMT -5
It was about the fifth or sixth night Jessica found herself wandering the town of Bon Temps. She hadn't heard from Bill in more than a week and she personally was happy about that. Tonight, she was walking along the school yard, with darkness all around her. The building, fields and parking lot were adjacent to her and the corners of her mouth tugged up in a smile as her eyes fell on the football field. She had never been to a school before and if she knew what feelings were, she'd be excited. She stopped directly in front of the football field for a moment or two, her eyes locking on it.
Jessica went at ease and then sat down on the grass, her rear end gracefully touching the ground. She let her arms drop down to ground, envisioning human figures racing all around the field in their uniforms...or whatever they were called. All of her friends in her human life had gone to athletic games, cheering on their boyfriends and fellow classmates back in Shreveport, her hometown. Jessica hadn't. Instead, she was at home practicing the clarinet until her fingers bled and the mouthpiece was so damp it could be broken by a newborn infant.
Jessica went at ease and then sat down on the grass, her rear end gracefully touching the ground. She let her arms drop down to ground, envisioning human figures racing all around the field in their uniforms...or whatever they were called. All of her friends in her human life had gone to athletic games, cheering on their boyfriends and fellow classmates back in Shreveport, her hometown. Jessica hadn't. Instead, she was at home practicing the clarinet until her fingers bled and the mouthpiece was so damp it could be broken by a newborn infant.
