Post by melissafernclark on Sept 16, 2010 14:48:40 GMT -5
Melissa had lost her drumsticks. Which was really beginning to become an irritable habit of hers, usually she had her drumsticks in her left hand, or in the blue messenger bag that swung against her hip. As she strolled down the hallway, mumbling to herself as she peered into windows of rooms, scowling as no sign of her drumsticks showed. Sure, she saw other people's drumsticks, but never her own. Her own each had two individual markings. They both had two blue stars taped to the side. And each pair of drumsticks she saw, had no two blue stars.
Running an irritated hand through her hair, she stroked her fingers over her left ear, before glancing at her 'Mousie' tattoo. It made her smile, as she remembered why she had gotten it in the first place, and then slid her hand into her pocket. Melissa had considered asking someone to help her, to help her find two individually marked pieces of wood, but the idea intimidated her. She was never one for asking people for help, for every time she opened her mouth, her British accent spilled out. The only reason she was in California was because her parents had moved there, seeking higher job opportunities, causing Melissa to leave her friends, and even her boyfriend. But she still kept in contact with him, she was forever on her phone to him, when she wasn't drumming. Melissa had vowed to never leave him, and he had done the same.
Sighing angrily, she stalked the halls, cursing herself for losing her drumsticks in the first place. She might even have left them at home. But she was sure she had them. Halting her pissed off walking, she stomped her right foot and cried out. "Oh come on!" Melissa was going mad. And it wasn't until she noticed someone else in the hallway that she realized this, and attempted to calm herself down.
Running an irritated hand through her hair, she stroked her fingers over her left ear, before glancing at her 'Mousie' tattoo. It made her smile, as she remembered why she had gotten it in the first place, and then slid her hand into her pocket. Melissa had considered asking someone to help her, to help her find two individually marked pieces of wood, but the idea intimidated her. She was never one for asking people for help, for every time she opened her mouth, her British accent spilled out. The only reason she was in California was because her parents had moved there, seeking higher job opportunities, causing Melissa to leave her friends, and even her boyfriend. But she still kept in contact with him, she was forever on her phone to him, when she wasn't drumming. Melissa had vowed to never leave him, and he had done the same.
Sighing angrily, she stalked the halls, cursing herself for losing her drumsticks in the first place. She might even have left them at home. But she was sure she had them. Halting her pissed off walking, she stomped her right foot and cried out. "Oh come on!" Melissa was going mad. And it wasn't until she noticed someone else in the hallway that she realized this, and attempted to calm herself down.