Post by Rosemary Jackson on Sept 26, 2015 7:22:13 GMT
@yaori
Rosemary blankly stared at her plate in front of her. She had a small pile of lettuce and carrots on it, with small chunks of apple scattered through the pile. She had also gotten a brownie and a large Sprite. Despite spending $10.00 on the meal, Rosemary was not hungry. Well sure, she was a little hungry, but her thoughts were occupying her entirely. She was thinking about her encounter with Adam and Opal, and about not having seen most of her friends in a while. Rosemary had also recently realized she was sad more often than she used to be. Most days, she would ball up on her bed in cat form and sleep with the curtains drawn and the door shut and locked. Often she would wake up in these long slumbers and cry for five to ten minutes, then fall back asleep. When she wasn't sleeping or crying, she was eating or spending her time alone in the forest. Rosemary just didn't like to be outside the comfort of her dorm anymore.
Sighing, Rosey picked up her fork, stabbed a piece of apple, and shoved the food in her mouth. A burst of juicy sensation delighted her mouth, but the rest of Rosemary wasn't amused, unlike her usual ways. She stabbed a chunk of carrot and ate that too, with no usual thrill or happiness. She took a sip of her Sprite and looked around the somewhat empty cafeteria. There were a few students here and there, but Rosemary was aloof at the time and not exactly caring either.
Rosemary blankly stared at her plate in front of her. She had a small pile of lettuce and carrots on it, with small chunks of apple scattered through the pile. She had also gotten a brownie and a large Sprite. Despite spending $10.00 on the meal, Rosemary was not hungry. Well sure, she was a little hungry, but her thoughts were occupying her entirely. She was thinking about her encounter with Adam and Opal, and about not having seen most of her friends in a while. Rosemary had also recently realized she was sad more often than she used to be. Most days, she would ball up on her bed in cat form and sleep with the curtains drawn and the door shut and locked. Often she would wake up in these long slumbers and cry for five to ten minutes, then fall back asleep. When she wasn't sleeping or crying, she was eating or spending her time alone in the forest. Rosemary just didn't like to be outside the comfort of her dorm anymore.
Sighing, Rosey picked up her fork, stabbed a piece of apple, and shoved the food in her mouth. A burst of juicy sensation delighted her mouth, but the rest of Rosemary wasn't amused, unlike her usual ways. She stabbed a chunk of carrot and ate that too, with no usual thrill or happiness. She took a sip of her Sprite and looked around the somewhat empty cafeteria. There were a few students here and there, but Rosemary was aloof at the time and not exactly caring either.
