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Zyra glanced to the Mills boy, before sneering at the package, tossing it into her trolley. “Hardly. It tastes all the same. Sugar and colouring.”
Henry shrugged, disagreeing, but not really wanting to argue. It was a bit of a deliberate shrug. Moving on. "How are you today?"
Why Are You Here? II Open
Mills. She had a feeling his mother wouldn’t know he was out here at all. She also got the feeling that he didn’t want to go home either. “You can see more of it, but it’s pretty late and I- Yeah you can stay.. But just make sure my sisters don’t see you they’ll go ballistic..” She gestured for him to follow her around.
She tucked some hair behind her ear. “Are you cold? I don’t want you to get hypothermia or something..” She laughed a little, she was quite fond of him, he seemed sweet.
"Thank you." Henry said, crouching again to inspect the plants curiously. Then he looked up, a bit startled at her comment. Standing again, Henry asked "who are your sisters?" He couldn't quite place this girl...who she was, really. Who he believed he was.
Henry shook his head and looked at her, significantly less layers then he had. "If anything I should be asking you that."
Why Are You Here? II Open
Silena fought the urge to snort with laughter at his attempts to look more mature. “I’m Silena Desmond.. Now will you present me with a name?..” She smiled while raising one eyebrow. He seemed deep in thought and she wondered for a brief moment what he could be thinking of so hard.
"What are you doing by yourself?.."
"Henry Mills." He finally responded, a bit petulantly, even though he was relieved she didn't want to call the police. He looked up at her, innocently. "I was just out for a walk and I..." he trailed off, and took a risk "I got distracted by your garden." Maybe she'd just think he was weird and send him home.
...he did want to get a better look at her garden though... so he bit his lip hopefully and watched her for reaction. Hoping to convince her of...well...something.
Why Are You Here? II Open
Silena put out both of her hands to steady him almost. “No..” She cooed to him, her voice gentle as not to frighten him. “It’s okay..” She smiled at him, reaching over to turn on a porch lamp. There was some light now.
She brushed off some dust from her dress. “There, now I can see you..” She laughed a little. He was young so she was visibly concerned by him out by himself. “What’s your name?..” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
Henry pulled away from her touch and mimicked her stance as soon as he was steady on his feet. In the light he could see her a little better, but he didn't recognize her ether. Arms folded tightly as much to ward off the cold as to make himself appear more mature, the little boy decided to ask "what's yours?" instead of just answering.
A moment later he realized how stupid that probably was, given that he was the trespasser, and he quickly started going over all the possible excuses he'd give to his mom when the police inevitably escorted him home.
"Why you need fifty different varieties of the same blasted food is beyond me."
"Because they're not actually the same? They use different recipes."
Why Are You Here? II Open
Silena was leaning over her balcony when she spotted someone in her garden. Feeling a little anxious she quickly ran downstairs, past her sister and into the driveway, slamming the door shut for a second.
"Why are you outside my house?.." She raised her eyebrow while trying to merge out the freezing cold. It was pitch black outside and she told herself not to panic.
It was dark and cold and Henry didn't like it one bit. Honestly, he should be in bed. There was no justifiable reason for him to not be in bed. So when a police car had turned the corner while he was walking down the street, he'd done the only logical thing he could. Grab a fence and hop over, then putt around in the garden like he belonged there.
Except once the police car was gone, Henry got distracted. Because everything back here was just so...nice. He bent low, squinting to read the labels on the different rows without any lighting...and when a voice came asking him what he was doing...Henry fell, landing hard on his butt.
He looked up at the girl he'd disturbed and scrambled to his feet. "Sorry! Sorry! I'll go now!"
Book Shopping || Open!
The woman looked down in surprise. She hadn’t noticed such a short person was next to her! It wasn’t unusual though; whenever she was listening to music, her surroundings usually escaped her. The blonde removed her earplugs and smiled at the boy.
"Well, let’s see… According to this, it’s ‘the heart-wrenching story of ambition and betrayal that captures the love affair between two unforgettable people: Ernest Hemingway and his first wife Hadley,’” Galinda read out loud, tilting her head after doing so. “Well, I’m not sure if someone your age would enjoy a book like this.”
"Why not?" Henry asked, turning his head curiously. "It sounds kinda sad, but really interesting!" he paused and crossed his arms, studying the titles of the nearby books. "Do you just think that because I'm a boy I won't like romance, or do you think it's too grown-up for me to read?" He didn't mean to sound bitter, maybe a little bit snarky, but honestly it came out a lot more angry then he intended for it to.
Book Shopping || Open!
Galinda Upland found herself roaming the reduced halls of a small bookstore, where both new and used copies were sold. She enjoyed visiting that sort of place, since it was extremely entertaining. The only problem, though, that presented itself each time, was what to buy.
The woman walked up and down the aisles, inspecting pretty much any book that caused the slightest interest in her. Then she’d leave it back and pick up another. Small earplugs pumped music into her ears, to which she hummed under her breath as she walked. It was very enjoyable to do things like that once in a while.
She picked up yet another book. “This one looks good…”
Henry tilted his head and listened to the humming. He was going to have that song stuck in his head now, and he knew he recognized it but he couldn't quite place what it was. He tried to hum along, anticipating the tune, and found he was a few notes off. He fell still when she approached and stood, staring blankly at the books in front of him.
A book report. One book. Sure, he could've just taken something from the school library... but Henry wanted something...a little bit more grown-up. So he'd gone to the book store. It was proving to be a mistake...the titles and spines practically swam in his vision and then he jumped when the humming stopped and the lady spoke instead.
Looking up at her, he asked "...does it say what it's about?"
I feel like I haven't been nearly excited enough for Christmas...
...but I can see lights all down the block from my window, and it's just impossible to sulk about Thanksgiving anymore.
So there is a fallout to get over. Now I’m very interested.
I screwed up Thanksgiving, that's all.
That’s very vague. Come now, perhaps I can help?
You probably could've helped. But it's too late now. It's okay, I'll get over it.
"My oh my. A boy your age with a book that size. Wonders never cease. Maybe you can teach my boy what one of those things are used for."
"Um. Sure? I'd love to read with your son... If he'd like to?"
"Are you okay Henry?
I feel like I screwed up Thanksgiving! And all for nothing!
Something the matter Henry?
Sort-of. It's not a big deal anymore.
Elementary school dances
"I swear i put more planning into these then i should."
I know I'm looking forward to it!
"Oh really?"
"Yes! Yes I'm working on some sort of thanksgiving celebration..."
