Post by dream on Oct 23, 2008 16:09:51 GMT -5
Today wasn't a very great for Connie. She couldn't sleep the night before in the alley, and her dress was ripped, her clothes as well as hair and face were dirty. The only thing she has with her is her song writing book, and it was so precious to her. She didn't have any money, but she needed a soft seat to sit in so she could finish her song that she was writing. Licking her lips when a waitress came up to her and asked her for some food or a drink, she shook her head and politely said in her British accent. "No thank you, Miss." And she went back to her writing. Humming a few chords, then saying them softly so she didn't bother anyone else in the Cafe, she smiled softly. It was hard for a young girl of the age of six to learn such a hard song, but she was getting it pretty quickly and it was making her terribly happy.
Gazing across the Cafe, she saw all different kinds of people, especially the ones who were giving her dirty looks and smirking worthlessly at her. This made tears come to her eyes as the young children did it, but what made her actually start to shudder and make a few tears fall were the parents there. A few she heard whisper, 'Look at that ridiculous and ugly girl over there, she is worthless, no wonder she has no class.' Her small, fragile body was shaking, but she was silent as she sobbed. Closing her book, on the front it was brown leather, and she had put a picture of her parents on the front of it, which made her shake her head violently and rest it on the table.
Gazing across the Cafe, she saw all different kinds of people, especially the ones who were giving her dirty looks and smirking worthlessly at her. This made tears come to her eyes as the young children did it, but what made her actually start to shudder and make a few tears fall were the parents there. A few she heard whisper, 'Look at that ridiculous and ugly girl over there, she is worthless, no wonder she has no class.' Her small, fragile body was shaking, but she was silent as she sobbed. Closing her book, on the front it was brown leather, and she had put a picture of her parents on the front of it, which made her shake her head violently and rest it on the table.