Post by samantha on Sept 2, 2008 21:29:20 GMT
UNDER ATTACK I'M BEING TAKEN ABOUT TO CRACK
defences breaking won't somebody please have a heart
The sun rose high in the sky over the La Push reservation, flittering through the gaps in the curtains of one Elyse Moore. Her little body tossed and turned under the thin cover as she finally cracked open one deep brown eye and tried to take in the world without having to wake up. Her dreams still swirled within her mind and she would have succumbed again, if she hadn't been so amazed to see the sunshine. Now having spent the past eleven years of her life in Britain Ely was used to rain, but truly the weather in Fork and La Push was a joke, it never seemed to be sunny. Or maybe it was just her mood, maybe the weather was reflecting the way she was feeling. Ely was beginning to miss her friends in England, the girls who had stood by her through thick and thin for the entirety of her childhood. Now they were halfway around the world getting on with their lives as she had to get on with hers. They emailed and texted every day but still it wasn't the same as seeing them face to face.
Slipping out from under her covers she stretched and felt the muscles in her body finally come to realise she was actually awake. Her dark hair spewed around her head in an annoying tangle and her first reaction was just to scrape it up and away from her face, but then she stopped herself and merely reached for a brush and comb instead. Going to bed with wet hair was never a good plan, but she had just been so tired from her day that she hadn't wanted to stand and merticulously dry each strand, it hadn't been worth it. Now she would just bare the pain of it. Her fingers combed the hair out easily before she began the tugging and after much wincing and moaning she finally made it look less like a haystack and more like a tidy mess, the best she was going to do. If she was honest Elyse didn't give a damn about her hair, or her appearance in general, she never had, it was just another thing that bored her. There were so much better ways to pass time, why would she want to spend hours pouring over her face and nails and clothing etc etc. She was not a pretty girl and no amount of make-up or products were going to change that. Sighing once at her reflection she put it to the back of her mind and headed over the her closet.
Now this was the toughest part of the day as she searched blindly through the mess that was her clothes. Having arrived in La Push only three days before that present one she was completely disorganised and the chances of finding anything that was suitable for going out in were slim. Her old school uniform was the only thing hung up, a reminder of the world she had left behind for the sake of her Mother. She had only come back to America because she knew her Mom was lonely without her, without anyone. Ever since her Dad had left she saw the strain there to keep a smile, and even though she was dying of homesickness and a need to be with her friends she stayed there in La Push to keep her Mom happy. Elyse had always been a selfless child, someone that everyone else turned to when things went wrong, and she never asked for anything in return, nothing that she be left alone to live her life as she wanted to live it and not how she was expected to. Everyone got a different image of Ely in their heads the first time they met, it was really rather strange that no two people ever got the same impression. Some got her bright and bubbly right away because that was what they wanted to make her appear normal to then, others whom she trusted to leave her alone despite her weirdness got the shy and timid side that was the real her until you got deep enough past her defences. All Ely wanted was just to be left alone, to have her close friends and the rest of the world not bother with her, wasn't that fair?
Realising that she could put off choosing something to wear no more she reached into the mass of material and felt around for something that felt like jeans, tugging when her fingers grabbed a hopeful. A small smile graced her features as she saw that it wasn't jeans, it was a bag her friend had given her before she left. She tucked it back inside and then fished again, this time getting what she wanted. Once her bottom half was sorted it was time for the top and this time it only took one dive to extract something. Tugging on the plain black t-shirt she looked at herself once more in the mirror and nodded, jeans and a black t-shirt. Not too bad. But then she turned around and her face burst into a smile. On the back was the number two and Moore written over the top of it, she had inadvertently picked her lacrosse t-shirt. It was the one that looked best on her and had seen many won games under her ownership, it was why she had got to keep it and why it bore her name. A going away present so to speak. It was an emblem of everything she had left behind, everything she had given up, but hey she had made her choice and there was no going back from it. She just had to take a swig from her half-filled glass.
Stepping out the door she closed it behind her and tucked the key into her bag, before slipping into her new truck and heading out of her driveway. Her Mom had bought her the brand new pickup truck as a welcome home present. It was one of those things that she'd not been able to say no to, and now she really loved it. It was painted black, an amazing affair that made other cars get out of her way, but thankfully the windows were tinted so no one could see who it was in the monster. Her dark eyes took in the road ahead of her before she crossed the border between La Push and Forks. She was heading for the library, hoping to find at least one book that she might not have read yet. Elyse loved books, they were her reason for existing, but there was no place nearer than port angeles that she could get any, and she didn't fancy the drive. Pulling her car into the parking lot of the library she turned the key and switched the engine off, her petite feet hitting the floor with a gentle thump as she jumped out and pressed the locking device. She hurried into the building, smiling at the librarian and heading for the classical section. Her fingers grazing the spines of the books. Nothing new surprisingly. She once more sighed for her lost metropolis and finally managed to find something she'd only read three times before, pulling it off and flipping through the pages before taking a seat at one of the tables, losing herself in the story. Elyse often read in libraries because it meant that she could get out of the house, it was too quiet at home. Her head got lost in the story as she imagined places she would never go, letting her mind take her away from the drab life she was living now.
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