Tobar Brishen
August 22, 2010 2:38 PM
Waking from a deep sleep by Tobar Brishen
Tobar had felt like he was sleepwalking through his first couple of days back at Sonora. He couldn’t even remember much about the Opening Feast it had all gone by in a blur. In fact since Nadi and he had made the pact to not marry just because they were told to he had become almost a zombie. Mom and Dad assumed it was from the sleepless nights spent with Nadi and Rosalie trying to cheer up Nadi. He couldn’t imagine losing his father so young, but Nadi was now parentless, since her Mom had left the caravan life years ago.He smiled as he entered the Labyrinth Gardens a smile playing on his face. The one place in Sonora he felt the best in was here. When he entered them he smile and instantly felt like he was awake. Ah yes this was such a great place to clear ones mind. He rubbed his now bald head, he would have to keep it chopped short for at least a year but now he was wondering if he should ever grow it long again, I was much easier to take care of. He flopped down on the ground and closed his eyes before he opened his bag and took out the package from his father.
He knew this term he would be getting packages about the gypsy laws and he was suppose to memorize them but how did they honestly expect him to make good grades and memorize stupid laws? He was just starting to read when a shadow fell over his paper. He didn’t look up to see who was there but said. “Excuse me can you please move your in my light.”
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Dulce Garcia
August 22, 2010 3:35 PM
Was it at least a good sleep? by Dulce Garcia
Dulce couldn’t wait for the school year to be done and over with. Sure it had only just begun, but Sonora life just wasn’t for her. She didn’t mind the learning or anything because she knew that in her adult life these lessons would be essential to her. No, what bothered her was the expectations that everyone seemed to have over her. They expected her to be social. They expected her to be friendly. They expected her to make friends. She was a third year now and her parents were disappointed in her for not having tried at all. They felt she put too much of herself into her music and not enough into the world around her.Whatever. What did they know?
Dulce was content to play her keyboard, violin, drums, etc. She loved her music. She could twist the notes into whatever she wanted. She can give the world everything of her through that even if they were too dumb to understand it. That was her being socail. That was her being friendly. Music was her friend.
She knew that she was a bit of an oddball here at Sonora. Certainly was an oddball in her House. Teppenpaws were meant to be out there making all sorts of friends. Dulce felt like an outcast. No one wanted to be friends with her and quite frankly, Dulce wasn’t sure whether or not she really cared about that. If they wanted to be her friend, they could have just as easily spoken to her. She wasn’t going to make the effort though. She’d stick to her music because that was all she really knew.
Over the last couple of years at Sonora, Dulce had found a spot in the gardens where she was usually left alone to play. Most of the time, she stuck to her violin when she was in the gardens because it was easier, but there were times when she played her keyboard that was charmed to sound like a piano. Today was one of those days.
Walking through the paths in an old-fashioned dress paired with a pair of converse sneakers. It was her own style whether it went together or not. She paused suddenly in her walking when she realized someone was blocking the path. She frowned at him.
“Excuse me can you please move your in my light.”
“You’re kind of in my way and I’m not stepping over you.” Dulce replied, indicating the dress she was wearing. She wasn’t going to flash free-bes at the kid. She recognized him as her housemate and classmate, Tobar. The haircut threw her off momentarily.
Shifting the case the she had on one shoulder that held her keyboard so that the pressure was no longer on the same spot, she looked at him as if in expectation, “Will you let me pass or is sunbathing more important?”
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