Emma Swan (swanemma) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-09-02 20:20:00 |
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The cave wasn’t bugging Emma all that much. She already felt trapped cause of the train that the cave wasn’t bringing out any new feelings that she hadn’t already been feeling. No, the thing that was bugging her was all the singing going on. So many people shouldn’t ever consider a career in singing because it was bad. Part of her wanted to hide away until all the singing stopped, but she couldn’t handle staying in a room all the time. It was a lose-lose situation that dealing with the singing people ended up winning out. Emma made her way to the library, hoping to keep herself busy with a book. She wasn’t a big reader considering she was always doing more important things, but she figured maybe if she had a good book then she could handle staying in the room until the singing crap passed. Making her way to the library car, she was thankful that no one started singing and even happier that she hadn’t started singing. Last thing Emma needed was to start singing stuff. Entering into the car, she moved over to the books as she ran her index finger over the sides while glancing at the titles. No, no, no, she kept thinking as she kept moving down until she hit a book that the side looked familiar. Pulling it down her eyes widened at the book that was in her hands. How the hell? Henry didn’t have the book and if he had the book he wouldn’t have put his fairy tale book on the shelf. Emma would recognize this book even on her worse day since she always saw Henry with it. She would bring it down to her son after, but first she wanted to look through the book. Now that she remembered where she came from all she had been wanting to do was look at the book. Usually she kept focused on what was around her, but as she sat down to the side and opened the book she lost herself in thought, opening up to the story on her parents. Maybe now she wouldn’t think it was such a joke and pay attention to the book better. Emma was so lost in the story that she didn’t hear anyone else enter into the car or even care all that much about who could come in as long as they didn’t start singing. |