Movie night || Clarian.
The sound of a owl hit her ears. It was the afternoon, sun letting already pass the moon.Clara didn’t wake up all of sudden; it was a slow, slow process. This is one of Clara’s oddity. It took at least 15 minutes to, not wake up, but to just open her eyes. Sometimes the nightmares chased her. Between those, she could woke up startled in the tree, thanking God the belt protected her from falling. She had been awake all night, so for the day, she just slept.
Her fingers runned for the moistened wood, that was like this thanks to the moisture of the night. Some ants were crawling up by her legs, making Clara do some protest noises. The ants at the end made her open his eyes, the ones that were immediatelly narrowed at the contact with the suddenly light.
She wanted to roll down the branch of the tree, but she could have died on the process, so she just unzipped the belt and started making her way down.
All her possesions were well hidden, so none animal or human could land hands/paws on them. Even if she wanted to go read some of the history books she had stolen by the river, she didn’t have more food; so she needed to go to the town. Usually she didn’t have to steal the food, the awkward kid (even if he was her age) of the grocery store usually gave her the things for free after realizing he stared at her chest for more than ten minutes.
Making her way to the town, she thought maybe she could met Brian. It was still difficult for her to express herself and to interact with others, but she liked the boy, he was nice to her. And nobody was nice to her.
She walked silently for the side of the road, hands deep inside her pockets. The cold was crawling her skin. She was only wearing a black tight sleeveless dress, with her leather jacket and her boots.
