Post by childofthehunt on Dec 26, 2009 16:07:09 GMT -5
Grayling, Michigan. Yes, it's that place where the red dot is on the map.
Although it's the seat county of Crawford County, there's nothing really super about it. It takes its name from the Grayling fish that was once prevalent in lakes/streams, it's got a population of 1,952 according to the recent census and we have that military facility across the Au Sable river.
Hooray....NOT.
Life here is boring. Yes. That's the right word, I think. Boring.
Veruca sat inside a diner along Arthur's waiting for her pancakes in her usual booth. She likes it there. It makes her feel cozy and warm, unlike the cold condition outside.
Despite her parents death 8 years ago, Veruca grew up just fine. Thanks to her Grandma Alice who took her under her wings right after the tragedy. Two years ago, she left home and decided to live by herself in the "city." Ofcourse, she would often visit her grand mother when things aren't so busy at work.
She's a check out girl at the local supermarket. It's not really what she wanted as a little girl, but work's just fine. Veruca loves talking and listening to people. Her Grandma Alice once said she should have been a psychologist.
"Girl you lookin' fine today, umh!" An olive skinned woman greeted her.
She was holding a tray and served Veruca her pancakes and milkshake.
"Hey Maxine." She greeted back with the sweetest smile.
"Somethin's different witchu." Maxine added, examining her. "You colored your hair?"
"What are you talking about?" Veruca replied, eyebrows furrowed. "I've always had this hair color."
Her long mousy brown hair was tied behind her head neatly in a pony, while her big light brown eyes were looking at Maxine, amused. Veruca never really thought of herself as beautiful. Although Grandma Alice told her over and over again that she looks like an angel, she never really believed her.
If I am beautiful, how come I'm still here, loveless? If I am beautiful I would've been in California somewhere making movies or posing for magazines.
Veruca's first and last boyfriend, a year ago, cheated on her. He left her for some blond bimbo he met online. They're somewhere in New York, living together.
"No shit? Could've sworn something's different in you." Maxine exclaimed, surprised. Then her face turned sad and added, "Listen, I'm sorry about your Grandma. She was a really nice lady."
Veruca's smile grew weak at the mention of the topic. Grandma Alice died a week ago due to old age.
"She's an angel." She answered, keeping the weak smile.
"Speakin' of Angels," Maxine interjected, this time with a happier tone in her voice. "I saw PC walk by, probably an hour ago."
PC. That meant Prince Charming. There was a mysterious guy who moved to Grayling a month ago from God knows where and he was HOT. I mean he was really hot. Probably hotter than the world's hottest chili pepper or something. I've seen him a few times at the supermarket buying some stuff, but we never really made contact. He's always busy and I swear I think he was trying to avoid looking at my face.
"Oh." Veruca mouthed, trying to sound composed, like it didn't mean anything to her. "Probably out to get breakfast."
She ate her pancake in a hurry. She promised her aunts to come by Grandma Alice's house to pick up something. A gift her grand mother wanted her to have.
Veruca waved goodbye at Maxine and hurriedly walked out the diner's front door.
It felt like time stopped when I saw him. PC. Walking past me almost as if in slow motion. God he's beautiful. I wonder how...
Then her thoughts was rudely interrupted when the guy she was oogling at threw something in her direction and hit her on the face.
"Hey!" Veruca exclaimed, surprised.
But the guy continued walking like nothing happened. Actually, he was not even looking at her direction when he threw the napkin, and he had his earphones plugged. It was only then that Veruca realized that she was standing in front of the trash bin. PC probably didn't see that someone walked right before the bin, so he didn't bother looking.
She was confused, whether to hate the guy or understand his action. Veruca crossed her arms over her chest and braved the cold air, heading towards the bus station.
Although it's the seat county of Crawford County, there's nothing really super about it. It takes its name from the Grayling fish that was once prevalent in lakes/streams, it's got a population of 1,952 according to the recent census and we have that military facility across the Au Sable river.
Hooray....NOT.
Life here is boring. Yes. That's the right word, I think. Boring.
Veruca sat inside a diner along Arthur's waiting for her pancakes in her usual booth. She likes it there. It makes her feel cozy and warm, unlike the cold condition outside.
Despite her parents death 8 years ago, Veruca grew up just fine. Thanks to her Grandma Alice who took her under her wings right after the tragedy. Two years ago, she left home and decided to live by herself in the "city." Ofcourse, she would often visit her grand mother when things aren't so busy at work.
She's a check out girl at the local supermarket. It's not really what she wanted as a little girl, but work's just fine. Veruca loves talking and listening to people. Her Grandma Alice once said she should have been a psychologist.
"Girl you lookin' fine today, umh!" An olive skinned woman greeted her.
She was holding a tray and served Veruca her pancakes and milkshake.
"Hey Maxine." She greeted back with the sweetest smile.
"Somethin's different witchu." Maxine added, examining her. "You colored your hair?"
"What are you talking about?" Veruca replied, eyebrows furrowed. "I've always had this hair color."
Her long mousy brown hair was tied behind her head neatly in a pony, while her big light brown eyes were looking at Maxine, amused. Veruca never really thought of herself as beautiful. Although Grandma Alice told her over and over again that she looks like an angel, she never really believed her.
If I am beautiful, how come I'm still here, loveless? If I am beautiful I would've been in California somewhere making movies or posing for magazines.
Veruca's first and last boyfriend, a year ago, cheated on her. He left her for some blond bimbo he met online. They're somewhere in New York, living together.
"No shit? Could've sworn something's different in you." Maxine exclaimed, surprised. Then her face turned sad and added, "Listen, I'm sorry about your Grandma. She was a really nice lady."
Veruca's smile grew weak at the mention of the topic. Grandma Alice died a week ago due to old age.
"She's an angel." She answered, keeping the weak smile.
"Speakin' of Angels," Maxine interjected, this time with a happier tone in her voice. "I saw PC walk by, probably an hour ago."
PC. That meant Prince Charming. There was a mysterious guy who moved to Grayling a month ago from God knows where and he was HOT. I mean he was really hot. Probably hotter than the world's hottest chili pepper or something. I've seen him a few times at the supermarket buying some stuff, but we never really made contact. He's always busy and I swear I think he was trying to avoid looking at my face.
"Oh." Veruca mouthed, trying to sound composed, like it didn't mean anything to her. "Probably out to get breakfast."
She ate her pancake in a hurry. She promised her aunts to come by Grandma Alice's house to pick up something. A gift her grand mother wanted her to have.
Veruca waved goodbye at Maxine and hurriedly walked out the diner's front door.
It felt like time stopped when I saw him. PC. Walking past me almost as if in slow motion. God he's beautiful. I wonder how...
Then her thoughts was rudely interrupted when the guy she was oogling at threw something in her direction and hit her on the face.
"Hey!" Veruca exclaimed, surprised.
But the guy continued walking like nothing happened. Actually, he was not even looking at her direction when he threw the napkin, and he had his earphones plugged. It was only then that Veruca realized that she was standing in front of the trash bin. PC probably didn't see that someone walked right before the bin, so he didn't bother looking.
She was confused, whether to hate the guy or understand his action. Veruca crossed her arms over her chest and braved the cold air, heading towards the bus station.
