Post by Soren Capers on Dec 24, 2007 1:45:13 GMT -5
Soren had stayed up late last night, packing her clothes. She didn't want to have to do last minute packing, but last minute packing to her would've been starting it this morning. It wasn't even like she had a lot of stuff to pack, which is probably why it took her so long to get to the task. But now the day had come and...
Soren was sleeping.
She deserved to too, after all the contemplating she'd done last night. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to return to her mother's for the holiday It should've been her mother who was babying her, not the other way around. Tina Capers was a grown woman - in her early 30s, no less - and Soren was only nineteen. Growing up, she'd had too much responsibility thrown onto her shoulders and since then, nothing had changed.
After she'd finished packing about 12:05 in the morning, Soren had just sat on the edge of her bed, contemplating what to do. Part of her wanted to go and part of her wanted to stay. She'd just started making friends and she knew that if she went to her mom's, there was no way on God's green earth that she would be allowed to go to Nattalie and Rick's Christmas Party. Which, even though she didn't really want to go, it'd be nice to have the option open. It was just one of those things, you know? She wanted to have the cake, but she didn't want to eat it...yet.
Great timing as usual, Mom, Soren thought bitterly, rocking back and forth slowly on the edge of her bed, her face buried in her hands. Make me leave just when I was getting good at this...
But Soren had to suck it up, so she just sighed and let tears fall silently from her hazel eyes. Then she curled up on top of her sheets and cried herself to sleep.
Soren woke up several hours later to the sound of her alarm clock buzzing loudly, close to her ear. She'd set it for 10 AM, because her mother wanted her at home by 1 PM and Soren wanted to make sure (knowing the New York MTA System) that she arrived on time. She took a quick shower in the showers and got dressed. Soren didn't bother with eating, because knowing her mother, there would be several hundred things in the fridge and a hearty breakfast besides. Soren was just about ready to go, with her duffel bag slung over her shoulder, and she was headed towards the door, but then something snapped in her.
I don't want to go, she thought and immediately, she dropped her bag. So she'd finally decided. But it was too late. Everything was final. She was going home to her mom's, no questions asked. But she didn't want to. It was in that moment that Soren dropped to her knees and started to sob pathetically, curled up against the back of the couch.
She wasn't even sure what she was crying for.
Soren was sleeping.
She deserved to too, after all the contemplating she'd done last night. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to return to her mother's for the holiday It should've been her mother who was babying her, not the other way around. Tina Capers was a grown woman - in her early 30s, no less - and Soren was only nineteen. Growing up, she'd had too much responsibility thrown onto her shoulders and since then, nothing had changed.
After she'd finished packing about 12:05 in the morning, Soren had just sat on the edge of her bed, contemplating what to do. Part of her wanted to go and part of her wanted to stay. She'd just started making friends and she knew that if she went to her mom's, there was no way on God's green earth that she would be allowed to go to Nattalie and Rick's Christmas Party. Which, even though she didn't really want to go, it'd be nice to have the option open. It was just one of those things, you know? She wanted to have the cake, but she didn't want to eat it...yet.
Great timing as usual, Mom, Soren thought bitterly, rocking back and forth slowly on the edge of her bed, her face buried in her hands. Make me leave just when I was getting good at this...
But Soren had to suck it up, so she just sighed and let tears fall silently from her hazel eyes. Then she curled up on top of her sheets and cried herself to sleep.
Soren woke up several hours later to the sound of her alarm clock buzzing loudly, close to her ear. She'd set it for 10 AM, because her mother wanted her at home by 1 PM and Soren wanted to make sure (knowing the New York MTA System) that she arrived on time. She took a quick shower in the showers and got dressed. Soren didn't bother with eating, because knowing her mother, there would be several hundred things in the fridge and a hearty breakfast besides. Soren was just about ready to go, with her duffel bag slung over her shoulder, and she was headed towards the door, but then something snapped in her.
I don't want to go, she thought and immediately, she dropped her bag. So she'd finally decided. But it was too late. Everything was final. She was going home to her mom's, no questions asked. But she didn't want to. It was in that moment that Soren dropped to her knees and started to sob pathetically, curled up against the back of the couch.
She wasn't even sure what she was crying for.
