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Post by Chess Rossi on Aug 22, 2009 21:51:14 GMT
With a shock, Chess's eyes shot open as she quickly glanced around her. A few seconds previously, she had been dreaming that she was a Ghostbuster, and having a tea break with Bill Murray that lead to a long discussion about the price of buttons in a Turkish market. Then, in a sudden turn, he pulled out a chainsaw and tried to cut her arm off. She was thankful when she found the sound that had so rudely disturbed. It turned out that rather than Bill Murray wanting her arm off, her roommate was drying her hair with an old, noisier-than-usual hairdryer. "You know, you could have manners and do that when people aren't sleeping," Chess muttered as she sat up in bed. She pulled open the top drawer of her bedside cabinet and lifted out her glasses. She knew she was set up for one of those days were stuff goes wrong, so she didn't want the hassle of trying to put contact lenses in.
After sitting on the edge of the bed in a half asleep daze, Chess finally shook her head and pushed herself up off the bed. She grabbed the clothes she had left on the top of her chest of drawers the night before and stumbled down to the bathroom to get ready for the day. A few minutes later, she emerged, looking a little less bleary than when she had entered. She returned to her bedroom and pulled up her beat up pair of old faithful vans. She grabbed her backpack as well and then gave a quick 'see ya!' to her roommates before she left the school. Her walk into the village center was a relatively slow one. Chess wasn't in any mood to rush herself, and she had no tea in her yet, so it wasn't really an option. She took out her iPod and put her headphones on, before skipping the small device to one of her favorite albums, 'Me & My Uke' by Nevershoutnever. She smiled to herself as the ukelele started to play through her headphones.
With a small skip in her step, Chess walked through the doors of the coffee shop and breathed in the smell of coffee. She wasn't particularly fond of the beverage, but liked the smell of it. She approached the counter and paused her iPod. "Camomile tea please," she asked the guy on duty. It took only a minute or two for him to prepare the drink, which she promptly paid for and then headed over to a table by the windows. She took a sip of the tea and then placed the mug back on its saucer before lifting her jotter out of her backpack. Chess was in the process of writing a letter to her best friend back in Norway, and so far it wasn't really working well. She flipped to book open to a new page and started the letter for the tenth time in fourty-eight hours. 'Kjære Eveliine...'. Chess frowned and looked up from her jotter again, out in the direction of the fountain. The words weren't really working for her, even though she had a million things she wanted to tell her friend. Chess sighed and dropped the book and her pen on the table, and then went back to her tea.
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