Post by Torri on Mar 24, 2008 15:49:41 GMT -5
Walking through the doors of the recreation room with a slight shuffling feel, Shimmer made her way over to the end of the room. Her eyes set on a few select books which she intended on reading herself quietly. All that it seemed she was able to do at this point in time was read silently. Mainly novels, mainly romance novels. Ones which captured the purest of times of the world, none of this idea of 'mutants' or such, just life the way it should be. By far, her favorite was of the authoress 'Jane Austen', a budding authoress of her time which revolutionized the way in which people began to see women. It made her smile how, in many of her stories, it was the girl who didn't quite seem to fit in who got the last laugh, got what she wanted, and how nothing seemed to stand in the way of their progress. Not like now, where men still thought women as weak in many cases. But, to Torri, things like that became non important when she moved to this school, as here, everyone seemed to be equal, with no discrimination to anyone. Yet, she didn't find it too heart warming. Yes, she had made friends, but many times she did not speak to anyone, and preferred to be shut up in her room alone, thinking, or reading.
This was why she was such an avid reader at times. The images and story lines in the book took her away from her own life, made her feel like she was no longer 'Torri Moor', one of those 'Mutants' which were plastered across the news for nothing but bad publicity every day. It sickened her to believe she was one of these people that everyone except them hated. Alas, nothing could be done to change any of it, she was who she was, and unfortunately, she was a mutant. So many times she had wished to go home, back to a different time when her father was still around, when her mother didn't hate the air that her daughter breathed. When she felt like she belonged somewhere that she was loved and cared for unconditionally and without a care in the world as to how others perceived her. Things were different now, she was at a school for mutants to explore and develop their 'gifts'. She now had a boyfriend - granted she was to stay away from him all day - who cared for her, and made her feel normal. She had a safe home - of sorts - and places where she could happily hide from sight and read for hours on end. Which, right now, was her intention.
As she finally reached the large bookshelf, she flicked through them randomly, coming across one which took her interest. One she hadn't read before, but had heard of. "The Railway Children." She remembered her teacher at school telling them to read it for an assignment, but Torri hadn't got round to reading it. Her mother hiding it prevented any sort of progress in the first instance. Taking the book from the shelf, she picked out a comfy arm chair and set herself down, crossing her legs as she was in her large black baggy combat trousers instead of her usual skinny jeans. The top was baggy too today, mainly because Torri couldn't care less about her appearance today, and just wanted to be alone and read, let herself become absolved in the book in complete silence. Not to be disturbed by anyone or anything, for the time being anyway. Slowly, she opened the book, flicking to the first page and began to read, taking in the way in which the author wrote, the time period it was set in, and forming an image, almost film like in her head, helping her to develop a further understanding of the story.
'There were not railway children to begin with. I don't suppose they had ever thought about railways except as a means of getting to Maskelyne and Cook's, the Pantomime, Zoological Gardens, and Madame Tussaud's. . . . .'
After a long time reading to herself, Shimmer became very drawn to the idea of going outside. Perhaps she'd see someone, although, probably not seen as it was still very cold out. But, who knew. Slowly, she stood from her chair and went back over to the bookshelf, not placing it correctly, but leaving it out just in-case she decided to return to it another time. With that, she turned on her heel and left the room.
This was why she was such an avid reader at times. The images and story lines in the book took her away from her own life, made her feel like she was no longer 'Torri Moor', one of those 'Mutants' which were plastered across the news for nothing but bad publicity every day. It sickened her to believe she was one of these people that everyone except them hated. Alas, nothing could be done to change any of it, she was who she was, and unfortunately, she was a mutant. So many times she had wished to go home, back to a different time when her father was still around, when her mother didn't hate the air that her daughter breathed. When she felt like she belonged somewhere that she was loved and cared for unconditionally and without a care in the world as to how others perceived her. Things were different now, she was at a school for mutants to explore and develop their 'gifts'. She now had a boyfriend - granted she was to stay away from him all day - who cared for her, and made her feel normal. She had a safe home - of sorts - and places where she could happily hide from sight and read for hours on end. Which, right now, was her intention.
As she finally reached the large bookshelf, she flicked through them randomly, coming across one which took her interest. One she hadn't read before, but had heard of. "The Railway Children." She remembered her teacher at school telling them to read it for an assignment, but Torri hadn't got round to reading it. Her mother hiding it prevented any sort of progress in the first instance. Taking the book from the shelf, she picked out a comfy arm chair and set herself down, crossing her legs as she was in her large black baggy combat trousers instead of her usual skinny jeans. The top was baggy too today, mainly because Torri couldn't care less about her appearance today, and just wanted to be alone and read, let herself become absolved in the book in complete silence. Not to be disturbed by anyone or anything, for the time being anyway. Slowly, she opened the book, flicking to the first page and began to read, taking in the way in which the author wrote, the time period it was set in, and forming an image, almost film like in her head, helping her to develop a further understanding of the story.
'There were not railway children to begin with. I don't suppose they had ever thought about railways except as a means of getting to Maskelyne and Cook's, the Pantomime, Zoological Gardens, and Madame Tussaud's. . . . .'
After a long time reading to herself, Shimmer became very drawn to the idea of going outside. Perhaps she'd see someone, although, probably not seen as it was still very cold out. But, who knew. Slowly, she stood from her chair and went back over to the bookshelf, not placing it correctly, but leaving it out just in-case she decided to return to it another time. With that, she turned on her heel and left the room.
