Post by Pasture Puff on Nov 21, 2010 9:09:57 GMT
Tiffany munched on an apple while she walked. She’d skipped breakfast, so she could have some more free time before classes started for the day. First period was mathematics, and Tiffany scrunched up her nose as she chewed, thinking of algebra, logarithms and quadratics. It was too early in the morning for maths, but some things never changed, no matter what country you were in!
She dropped her apple core into the bin, and wiping her hands on the front of her blouse, glanced over at where a small group of kids sat chatting and giggling on one of the benches. Her stomach clenched, and she felt a hot wave of disappointment wash over her. Why couldn’t she just be like everyone else, and not care what other people thought? One of the kids saw her watching, and waved, but Tiffany only turned and walked in the opposite direction.
Looking down at her watch, she saw it was still an hour before class started. Tiffany turned back to the horse, letting her pencil move lightly over the paper as she sketched the suggestion of muscle, a flagging tail, and big, stubborn head. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she was so caught up in her daydream she hadn’t noticed the horse approaching.
Alpo watched suspiciously. Then suddenly, the horse reached down and grabbed the corner of the book in his teeth. The flapping pages spooked him and he swung around and thundered down the fence line. Tiffany jumped to her feet, feeling sick at the thought of her drawing being wrecked. “Alpo!” she shrieked as she chased after the horse. “You put that down right now, or I’ll really turn you into dogmeat!”
She dropped her apple core into the bin, and wiping her hands on the front of her blouse, glanced over at where a small group of kids sat chatting and giggling on one of the benches. Her stomach clenched, and she felt a hot wave of disappointment wash over her. Why couldn’t she just be like everyone else, and not care what other people thought? One of the kids saw her watching, and waved, but Tiffany only turned and walked in the opposite direction.
Looking down at her watch, she saw it was still an hour before class started. Tiffany turned back to the horse, letting her pencil move lightly over the paper as she sketched the suggestion of muscle, a flagging tail, and big, stubborn head. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she was so caught up in her daydream she hadn’t noticed the horse approaching.
Alpo watched suspiciously. Then suddenly, the horse reached down and grabbed the corner of the book in his teeth. The flapping pages spooked him and he swung around and thundered down the fence line. Tiffany jumped to her feet, feeling sick at the thought of her drawing being wrecked. “Alpo!” she shrieked as she chased after the horse. “You put that down right now, or I’ll really turn you into dogmeat!”
