Sophocles Jones (felonious_punk) wrote in haunted_roads, @ 2008-03-22 20:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | sophie |
Week Four: Monday
Who: Sophie (Narrative)
Where: School
When: Sometime in the Day
What: Ignoring Class Lessons
Nothing unusual to any of her teachers, or any others, that Sophie slept through most of her classes. Seated as per her custom, to the back of the room, eyes closed behind dark shades, Sophie attempted cat naps, but while others thought she did just that, Sophie was too pumped to sleep.
Bastian. Now that was like a dream in itself. Was it real? Had she hallucinated it? Nope, none of it. He was real, and he was really here. But damn, she had not wanted to leave. She hadn’t wanted to go home, to get bitched at for staying out all night, and to not be able to tell Maggie anything. In fact, if Maggie weren’t at home today, Sophie might have skipped class and tried to sleep in. A feat seeming less and less likely, not for her surroundings but just for her own emotions and racing thoughts.
Too many of those thoughts she had to keep pushing aside. Sophie questions everything in her life. This however, she was choosing not to question. For the first time in her life. Was that what faith was? Yes. She understood now exactly what faith meant. She loved him, was grateful to have him back, and would do whatever was necessary not to screw any of that up.
Besides… nothing beyond that mattered. He was back, alive and well, and that was what mattered.
Now… how long was Sophie going to have to avoid Maggie? She could lie easy enough, but not when there was something she was itching to share. Straight away after school she wouldn’t be returning home anyway, but back to the hotel. Sophie knew exactly where it was.
She had to see her father again.