Isabel Lane Hemingway (isabellane) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-02-12 20:38:00 |
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Isabel hummed softly to herself as she made her way around the diner. It was a slow morning and she was okay with that. She liked being able to organize and clean everything. Plus she was mentally putting together the menu for the after full moon feast she always made for the werewolves. She loved seeing George on those mornings. He was just too cute for words. She started to wipe down the tables even though they were pretty much spotless. Something about the motion of wiping them gave her mind a chance to wander and think about things. The way her life was now. It could have been a lot worse. At least here on the island there was some excitement. She had a real family. She'd never been sure she could have that back home. But back home didn't matter. It was bullies and drunks and people who weren't really her friends. Even with everything that went wrong on the island, it was still much better here. She shook the thought away before going back to her cleaning. |