Molly Carter (eliadtywysog) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-03-14 21:50:00 |
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Current mood: | lonely |
Entry tags: | michael madison, molly carter |
Britannia is small enough that the brick school and its open, unfenced playground is only a block from Molly's house. Her father took the dogs for a walk while she was still sleeping, which always makes her mad--she's told him before not to, that she'll want to walk them when she gets up, but he never listens on Saturdays, when she sleeps until noon. James is at an all-day D&D session in the basement of the bookstore on Third and Chestnut, and she's having twisty dreams again, not to mention when she told her father she was going out she called him Sir again; and this time he snapped and told her if she didn't start treating him like her father and not some army sergeant he was going to ground her--
so now she's wandering down the block towards the playground with her head down, watching her tenners and the sidewalk, with her English assignment in one hand. Things just seem so unfair sometimes, and her mother says that's normal when you're seventeen, but it's the kind of thing that makes her want to sit on the swings and cry until her head hurts.