Post by Elyse Miller on Jan 3, 2013 13:27:56 GMT -5
Hello! I'm wearing outfithere on this fine day, I hope you don't mind, anyone but I used three hundred seventy words because first post in a few days
Elyse had planned on going to this winter formal thing that was going on tonight but instead here she sat, with her department store dress on ordering a slice of pizza. She gave herself credit, she had made it farther than she thought she would. At least she made it almost half way there. Usually Elyse would run away from social gatherings like this dance but tonight she thought she would try something new, put herself out there. Maybe even if she was lucky, made a new friend tonight. Now that was unlikely to happen as she was the only one sitting in the place. Everyone was probably at this dance. That suited Elyse quite fine. She had her pick of seats and she could eat as slow or as fast as she wanted with no one here.
Elyse bought her slice of pepperoni pizza and chose a booth far off to the right corner. Old habits die hard. Even with no one else in here, she still chose the most secluded booth there was. Elyse slid into the booth and set her pizza down on the table. Taking out her Ipod, she selected the song she wanted and slid her headphones over her ears. She sat there staring at her pizza as songs finished. It wasn't until the song by Simple Minds that she even opened her mouth. "Don't you forget about me" Elyse sung under her breath. It was something she hadn't done in so long that it felt weird for her to sing again.
When Elyse was little, her mother would always sing when she was happy and Elyse loved when her mother sang to her. But in the last years when her mother wasn't doing so well, it was a rare sight to see her singing. The roles then turned, Elyse would sing to her mother instead of her mother singing to her. But ever since she left, Elyse wouldn't sing and now here she was singing. Someone must have walked in when she was singing because now as the song changed she heard a deep voice ordering something. She didn't dare look up, shrinking in her seat to make her smaller. Less noticeable.