Post by Rita Thomas on Sept 3, 2010 20:24:43 GMT -5
Sweat ran down Rita's face, she had been outside working all day. she would soon get a break from the heat, the sun was slowly setting. She wiped her forehead with the back of her ink stained hand. Lately, Rita had been working harder than ever. She rarely talked to anyone. She was usually one of the first ones to leave the lodging house, and was usually the last back. Working was her way of coping with everything that had happened. Irving Hall had burned down. She was one of the many who was there to witness it. That was a terrifying night for her. Fires were her worst fear, and to see one happening before her eyes, it was something she knew she would never forget. She had been having nightmares almost every night, reliving the terrifying experience. The nightmares made her almost afraid to go to sleep. When she did sleep it was only for a few hours at a time. She was exhausted to say the least, but what could she do about it?
Rita sighed, as she pushed her brown waves away from her face. She held her hair there, enjoying the small breeze that just blew by. She let her brunette hair fall down as she walked down one of the Manhattan streets. Rita didn't know where to go next, she didn't want to go back to the lodging house, even though a nice, long bath sounded lovely at the moment. Her green eyes looked from person to person. There weren't that many people out. She grinned shyly at the people who she met eyes with, just to be polite and friendly. Although she hadn't felt very friendly lately. She would talk to her fellow newsies, not as often as before, but at least she talked to them. She wasn't completely unfriendly.
She wiped her hands on her skirt, and ignored the familiar pain of hunger. She didn't want to spend any of her hard earned money on food. Rita was saving for a visit to California to see her siblings and aunt and uncle. Her aunt and uncle could buy her a train ticket, but she wanted to surprise them. She wanted to prove to them that she was independent, and that she could earn her own money. She could do without a few meals here and there to save. Anything to prove that she was independent and well off. Anything to prove her family wrong. That's what she really wanted.
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Words: 425
Muse: Good!
Tags: Open
Notes: Nothin'.
Rita sighed, as she pushed her brown waves away from her face. She held her hair there, enjoying the small breeze that just blew by. She let her brunette hair fall down as she walked down one of the Manhattan streets. Rita didn't know where to go next, she didn't want to go back to the lodging house, even though a nice, long bath sounded lovely at the moment. Her green eyes looked from person to person. There weren't that many people out. She grinned shyly at the people who she met eyes with, just to be polite and friendly. Although she hadn't felt very friendly lately. She would talk to her fellow newsies, not as often as before, but at least she talked to them. She wasn't completely unfriendly.
She wiped her hands on her skirt, and ignored the familiar pain of hunger. She didn't want to spend any of her hard earned money on food. Rita was saving for a visit to California to see her siblings and aunt and uncle. Her aunt and uncle could buy her a train ticket, but she wanted to surprise them. She wanted to prove to them that she was independent, and that she could earn her own money. She could do without a few meals here and there to save. Anything to prove that she was independent and well off. Anything to prove her family wrong. That's what she really wanted.
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Words: 425
Muse: Good!
Tags: Open
Notes: Nothin'.
