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We're just fumbling through the grey,
Trying to find a heart that's not walking away.
Turn the lights down low,
I walk these halls alone.
We're just fumbling through the grey,
Trying to find a heart that's not walking away.
Turn the lights down low,
I walk these halls alone.
Rolling out of the bed that she would try to call her own for the next several months, Hanna shrugged off the covers and made her way over to the one window in her room, pulling back the musty curtains with a mild look of disgust, to peer out the window. Blinded by the early morning sun, the sluggish, half-asleep girl stumbled back, releasing her hold on the curtains, content to fall back on the bed. She lay for a long time on top of the sheets - having pushed pack the comforter, only because the neat-freak that lived inside of her would not allow her to lay on it or underneath it, even if the camp...counsler? had assured her that everything had been washed. Finally, when her eyes stopped aching, and the delicate blonde decided that there would be no going back to sleep - partly because Duke, in her absence, had stretched out where she'd been laying, with his head resting on her pillow, was now snoring contentedly, she swung her feet around to the floor and managed to push herself into a sitting position. Hanna reached behind her to fondle Duke's silky black ears, giving herself another moment to acclimate to the fact that, yes, she was indeed awake this early. Allowing a small resigned sigh, she pushed herself off of the mattress, body aching for a cup of hot coffee, and instead, pulled on a pair of athletic shorts and a navy tank top, already expecting her morning run to be a hot one. Hanna paused only to refill Duke's water dish in the small kitchen sink, quietly shutting the door behind her after leaving her dog some fresh water and a bit of food. He'd stirred, looking extremely sleepy when she poured the food into his bowl, but otherwise, he did not move from the spot he'd claimed on her bed.
Hanna paused once more on her way out, to check her reflection in the mirror, pulling her long, wavy blonde hair up into a tight pony tail, despite the fact that she knew that by the end of her run, small curls would be clinging to her forehead and neck. She closed the cabin door as quietly as she could, and escaped down the steps. This is a dangerous thing, she mused, referring to the fact that she had no inkling of where she could or couldn't run, and no idea where to go. All the same, she'd been dying for something to get her mind off the fact that both of her parents said that they were going to take her, Hanna Elizabeth Brooks, their only daughter, to a camp where they wouldn't see her until the end of the summer, and neither of them had kept their word. Hanna shoved these thoughts away, scowling at the ground as she jogged away from the cabin, heading in the general direction of the lake. Telling herself not to think about them, or the fact that neither one of her "parents" had been there to see her off, she tried hard to focus on the rythym of her steps. But no matter how hard she tried, the thoughts continued to float back to the forefront of her mind.
On the morning that she'd left for the camp, she woke up at four, - an ungodly hour to be awake - and headed down the stairs to make herself a large cup of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal and some fruit. That was another thing about Hanna - she loved fruit, and very rarely ate unhealthy things. It wasn't that she didn't like them, no, she probably would if she'd ever tried them, but that was just the thing, she'd never really tried anything unhealthy. Part of it was the fact that the housekeeper didn't buy things like that, so they very rarely had anything too unhealthy in the house. The other, and, you could argue more substantial part of it, was surprisingly not the fact that her dad is a heart surgeon, no, the other part is the fact that Hanna's parents were too prominent, too classy to even have their daughter thinking about eating at McDonalds. That simply wouldn't do.
Anyways, back to the morning of her departure, she was sitting in the kitchen, expecting both of her parents to be up at any time, ready to go, when the maid and the chauffeur came into the kitchen, and politely informed her that her father had been called to work, needed for something very immediate, probably a heart attack, or something like that, and her mother had come down with a splitting headache, and had too much case work to complete for her to be able to have the time to take her daughter to camp and get rid of the headache. Hanna, having been brought up in a world filled with both luxury and disappointments, was not the least surprised by this, but it would be wrong to say that she wasn't a tad bit depressed when she found out. So the maid went and retrieved her things, and the chauffer went and started the car, while Hanna slowly rinsed her dishes and put them on a pristine white towel, lying on the counter, so that they could dry. She knew that by the time her father came home, and her mother came out from her office, the other maid would have dried and put the dishes away, but it still gave her some hope to think that one of them, by a small chance, would see the dishes and realize that they wouldn't see their only daughter until the end of the summer.
Gritting her teeth, Hanna slowed to a stop in front of the cabin, having jogged a fair distace and then circled back the way she came, to wind up at the cabin she'd been dreading ever since her parents told her they were shipping her off to camp for the summer. In reality, it wasn't at all what she'd expected, I mean, there really wasn't a doubt in her mind that they all were going to be stuck in the same room, sleeping on old bunkbeds. But that hadn't happened, in fact, she'd been quite surprised, and even a bit delighted - although she wouldn't ever admit that to anyone - to find that she had her own room. She sighed softly, and paused before climbing the porch stairs, to mop her brow with the hem of her shirt. The first thing she needed to do was take a shower. If she'd been at home, and sometimes not even then, her first order of business would have been to eat, but here, not here, she couldn't afford to sit at the counter and eat after a run, not when she was such a mess, because, after all, even the Ice Queen sweats.
Once she'd taken care of the necessities; showering, walking Duke, and eating breafast, she did take the time to flop on her bed and relax for a bit. In actuality, she dozed off, not having slept her absolute best the night before, but not once did she think of, or dream about her busy parents. Hanna decided that it was quite nice to actually be away from them, even if they were almost always away. Maybe it was nice not being in the same city as them, then, she finally concluded. The blonde girl was sitting on the edge of her bed, thoughtfully stroking Duke, when Miley entered. Duke allowed a half-hearted growl at Marmalade, who paused in the doorway. Hanna smacked him playfully on the head, but pulled him closer to her all the same. "You big softy. Marm could take you anyday," she teased, returning her attention once more to the girl who stood before her. Upon Miley's request, Hanna surveyed the outfit, nodding in approval when she was finished. "If I were you, I might rethink the heels, after all, the beach is a bit pebbly, but other than that, I think it looks awesome," she responded, offering an attempt at a smile, something the Ice Queen wasn't normally used to - smiling at other girls, girls her age, that is. "I should probably get ready too, hm?"she questioned slowly, glancing at her unpacked suitcases, already wondering what she was going to wear.
The blonde glanced up from where she was still seated on the edge of her bed. She smiled slightly as Duke rose to his feet, trotting over to Ryder with a good-natured tail wag, to sniff her knees. He was still young, and not fully grown, so he wasn't as tall as some of the other dogs. "Oh," she began, after listening to Ryder say that it was almost time to go. "I probably should get ready then," she murmured, turning away from the two girls. With a soft sigh, she rose to her feet, seemingly gliding across the floor to her suitcases. It was weird for her, unpacking that was. Usually, when her parents took her anywhere, they would also bring one of the maids, and she would unpack for Hanna. She sorted through her things, and finally decided on a flowy, cream-colored, short-sleeved top, and her favorite pair of soft mint-green pants. {Image.} She slipped into the bathroom to change, because the two girls were still inhabiting her room. When she returned she glanced thoughtfully in the mirror, then turned to Ryder. "If you are going for the "I'm a tough tomboy" look, then wear it," Hanna decided, choosing her words carefully in an attempt to avoid making the other girl mad. Their styles, after all, were so opposite, that Hanna had a hard time finding the right thing to say.
Hanna paused once more on her way out, to check her reflection in the mirror, pulling her long, wavy blonde hair up into a tight pony tail, despite the fact that she knew that by the end of her run, small curls would be clinging to her forehead and neck. She closed the cabin door as quietly as she could, and escaped down the steps. This is a dangerous thing, she mused, referring to the fact that she had no inkling of where she could or couldn't run, and no idea where to go. All the same, she'd been dying for something to get her mind off the fact that both of her parents said that they were going to take her, Hanna Elizabeth Brooks, their only daughter, to a camp where they wouldn't see her until the end of the summer, and neither of them had kept their word. Hanna shoved these thoughts away, scowling at the ground as she jogged away from the cabin, heading in the general direction of the lake. Telling herself not to think about them, or the fact that neither one of her "parents" had been there to see her off, she tried hard to focus on the rythym of her steps. But no matter how hard she tried, the thoughts continued to float back to the forefront of her mind.
On the morning that she'd left for the camp, she woke up at four, - an ungodly hour to be awake - and headed down the stairs to make herself a large cup of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal and some fruit. That was another thing about Hanna - she loved fruit, and very rarely ate unhealthy things. It wasn't that she didn't like them, no, she probably would if she'd ever tried them, but that was just the thing, she'd never really tried anything unhealthy. Part of it was the fact that the housekeeper didn't buy things like that, so they very rarely had anything too unhealthy in the house. The other, and, you could argue more substantial part of it, was surprisingly not the fact that her dad is a heart surgeon, no, the other part is the fact that Hanna's parents were too prominent, too classy to even have their daughter thinking about eating at McDonalds. That simply wouldn't do.
Anyways, back to the morning of her departure, she was sitting in the kitchen, expecting both of her parents to be up at any time, ready to go, when the maid and the chauffeur came into the kitchen, and politely informed her that her father had been called to work, needed for something very immediate, probably a heart attack, or something like that, and her mother had come down with a splitting headache, and had too much case work to complete for her to be able to have the time to take her daughter to camp and get rid of the headache. Hanna, having been brought up in a world filled with both luxury and disappointments, was not the least surprised by this, but it would be wrong to say that she wasn't a tad bit depressed when she found out. So the maid went and retrieved her things, and the chauffer went and started the car, while Hanna slowly rinsed her dishes and put them on a pristine white towel, lying on the counter, so that they could dry. She knew that by the time her father came home, and her mother came out from her office, the other maid would have dried and put the dishes away, but it still gave her some hope to think that one of them, by a small chance, would see the dishes and realize that they wouldn't see their only daughter until the end of the summer.
Gritting her teeth, Hanna slowed to a stop in front of the cabin, having jogged a fair distace and then circled back the way she came, to wind up at the cabin she'd been dreading ever since her parents told her they were shipping her off to camp for the summer. In reality, it wasn't at all what she'd expected, I mean, there really wasn't a doubt in her mind that they all were going to be stuck in the same room, sleeping on old bunkbeds. But that hadn't happened, in fact, she'd been quite surprised, and even a bit delighted - although she wouldn't ever admit that to anyone - to find that she had her own room. She sighed softly, and paused before climbing the porch stairs, to mop her brow with the hem of her shirt. The first thing she needed to do was take a shower. If she'd been at home, and sometimes not even then, her first order of business would have been to eat, but here, not here, she couldn't afford to sit at the counter and eat after a run, not when she was such a mess, because, after all, even the Ice Queen sweats.
Once she'd taken care of the necessities; showering, walking Duke, and eating breafast, she did take the time to flop on her bed and relax for a bit. In actuality, she dozed off, not having slept her absolute best the night before, but not once did she think of, or dream about her busy parents. Hanna decided that it was quite nice to actually be away from them, even if they were almost always away. Maybe it was nice not being in the same city as them, then, she finally concluded. The blonde girl was sitting on the edge of her bed, thoughtfully stroking Duke, when Miley entered. Duke allowed a half-hearted growl at Marmalade, who paused in the doorway. Hanna smacked him playfully on the head, but pulled him closer to her all the same. "You big softy. Marm could take you anyday," she teased, returning her attention once more to the girl who stood before her. Upon Miley's request, Hanna surveyed the outfit, nodding in approval when she was finished. "If I were you, I might rethink the heels, after all, the beach is a bit pebbly, but other than that, I think it looks awesome," she responded, offering an attempt at a smile, something the Ice Queen wasn't normally used to - smiling at other girls, girls her age, that is. "I should probably get ready too, hm?"she questioned slowly, glancing at her unpacked suitcases, already wondering what she was going to wear.
The blonde glanced up from where she was still seated on the edge of her bed. She smiled slightly as Duke rose to his feet, trotting over to Ryder with a good-natured tail wag, to sniff her knees. He was still young, and not fully grown, so he wasn't as tall as some of the other dogs. "Oh," she began, after listening to Ryder say that it was almost time to go. "I probably should get ready then," she murmured, turning away from the two girls. With a soft sigh, she rose to her feet, seemingly gliding across the floor to her suitcases. It was weird for her, unpacking that was. Usually, when her parents took her anywhere, they would also bring one of the maids, and she would unpack for Hanna. She sorted through her things, and finally decided on a flowy, cream-colored, short-sleeved top, and her favorite pair of soft mint-green pants. {Image.} She slipped into the bathroom to change, because the two girls were still inhabiting her room. When she returned she glanced thoughtfully in the mirror, then turned to Ryder. "If you are going for the "I'm a tough tomboy" look, then wear it," Hanna decided, choosing her words carefully in an attempt to avoid making the other girl mad. Their styles, after all, were so opposite, that Hanna had a hard time finding the right thing to say.
{Still running through it with a fined-tooth
comb. My apologies for any mistakes. This dumb computer
doesn't have spell-check. x-x}
comb. My apologies for any mistakes. This dumb computer
doesn't have spell-check. x-x}
