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Post by Jacky on Jan 29, 2007 16:08:30 GMT
I'm still kinda hungry, and I glance at the marketstands that we pass by. One of them has all kind of luxery food on it. Sugered buns, and li'll pastries and stuff like that. I take the change out of my pocket and count it. It's not that much but I guess it's enough. "Do you like those?" I point at the buns.
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Post by Daz on Jan 29, 2007 16:09:38 GMT
I start to head further along the street though its not my way home at all. I need thinking time to explain this to my maid and the teachers tomorrow when they ask me where my books have gone. This is bad. I need those books, they have all of my work in and everything I need. And my money.. though it dosnt mean much to me. There was little there. I carry on walking untill I get to the port, where I stand watching the navy men walk about in lines. There's some beautiful ships docked here at the moment. The east india trading company owns most of them. My father once had one but he sold it a few years ago, after my mother died at sea, on our way to this place from england. I can hardly remember it now. I stand there for quite a while, contemplating, as I always do. I havnt got many people to speak my thoughts with. There's Madisol, of course.. but she'd never understand half of what I have to say. Most people say to me that I think way too much for a girl. I raise an eyebrow as I come to that thought. It makes no sense to me at all. Some of the navy officers glance at me as they walk past, I suppose I look rather out of place standing here without a real occasion. I bite on my lip a little. I must seem like a lost child.
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Post by Hannah on Jan 29, 2007 16:09:45 GMT
I look at the buns with big eyes. I never had one of those, since I never had enough money to buy one of them. "I.. don't know.:" I mumble and look down, feeling slightly ashamed
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Post by Jacky on Jan 29, 2007 16:14:55 GMT
"I bet you will." I shrug, and I buy one of them. I don't have money for two, but I break this one and hand half of it over to her.
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Post by Hannah on Jan 29, 2007 16:16:22 GMT
I take it, carefully not to drop it ".. thanks.." I tell him shily and wait for him to take a bite of it, not sure if it will be good. Once he took a bite of it, I take a small one too and look surprised at the bun when I find out it is sweet. It is really really good though.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 29, 2007 16:18:26 GMT
"So.." As we continue our way I look back to her. "You don't go to school right?" I say.
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Post by Hannah on Jan 29, 2007 16:19:47 GMT
Touchy subject ".. no." I mumble, licking my fingers when I finished the bun, not wanting to waste anything of it.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 29, 2007 16:21:20 GMT
"I wish I could stop going there." I say, actual envy in my voice. I hate school after all, and being allowed to stay out of it seems perfect to me.
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Post by Hannah on Jan 29, 2007 16:22:39 GMT
I look up at his face now, not understanding why anyone wouldnt want to go there. ".. you can read.." I mumble
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Post by Jacky on Jan 29, 2007 16:24:02 GMT
I shrug, "I guess." I finish the bun too and whipe my hands on my trousers. It's getting later, and I really should be heading home or there'll be hell to pay. But I still don't want to.
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