Post by ANNA BROWN on Jul 24, 2011 1:30:23 GMT -5
I CAN'T BREATHE, SO I WON'T LET YOU CLOSE ENOUGH TO HURT ME, NO
anna was always alone, it seemed. in class, out of class, everywhere she went, she was alone, no matter how many people were around. this was the product of her own disastrous personality, fitting the adjective shy to a T, and being too terrified of rejection to do anything about it. she never really had a lot of friends even in texas, before she moved to france for her education, her best friend was her younger sister, to be terribly honest. she felt a little pathetic in admitting that, but she loved her sister regardless. never had she been kissed or even on a date because she had avoided young men as well in fear that she would make an absolute fool of herself. which she tended to do on her own anyway.
but lately, regardless of her shy, quiet, and innocent demeanor, that usually turned people away when it came to attractive males, she had recieved compliments from two different men, both on the internet, and she was not really sure how to react to it at all. she'd actually never remembered ever getting hit on before, and she had been a deer in the headlights as she recieved said compliments from the icons of the otherwise faceless strangers. and it had probably been obvious, by the surprised and awkward way she had replied to them, but at least she tried to be as nice about it as she possibly could, because she was too shocked to say anything else. she was still rather shocked about it now, but she was trying not to think about it because she honestly felt like such a retard.
she was now at the les jardins de cherry, sitting crosslegged at the foot of a tree with a apple in one hand that she was munching on happily and a copy of charlotte bronte's jane eyre in another, a book she had read countless times but yet she couldn't help from reading again. it wasn't really the type of book she usually read, actually, you would normally find her with a slightly dark mystery of some sort, but for whatever reason, she loved jane eyre. she reached up and brushed a strand of stray hair behind her ear before she turned the page and took another bite of her juicy red apple, when she heard footsteps from what sounded like was coming in front of her, and she felt herself frowning slightly.
sure, this was a public place, but it was also rather maze-like, and she usually didn't get a lot of visitors when she was there because she could usually find a place where no one could find her unless she wanted them to. but instead of getting up and leaving like she usually probably would, she pulled her knees up and just kept on reading, ignoring the approaching footsteps and hoping they'd completely miss her.
