Post by anastasia beth finnigan on Jun 22, 2012 12:35:41 GMT -5
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[ EVERYTHING'S SUPPOSED TO HAVE A HAPPY ENDING ]
but the record keeps skipping and the needle keeps bending
Sometimes life sucked. The majority of the time, life was good and Ana was happy. But somtimes, not very often, but every now and then, she had one of those days where life itself seemed out to get her. Today was one of those days. All she'd wanted to do the moment she'd fallen out of bed this morning, literally, was climb back under the duvet, curl up into a little ball and stay there for the rest of the day. But she couldn't because she had classes and a Quidditch match against Gryffindor that she really wasn't prepared for. So she'd dragged herself from the floor and hobbled over to the bathroom, rubbing the fresh bruise on her forehead as she went.
Chewing her lower lip, Ana stared down at the parchment laying before her, not really seeing the words written across the page, but staring at it all the same. For the last half hour now she'd just been sort of sat there, staring about the common room, wishing she could get into bed. Except she couldn't because she had to finish this stupid essay for Herbology and hadn't even gotten half way through it yet. Looking from her parchment and to the book sat at the side of it, Ana groaned and then rubbed her hands over her face, yelping quitely when she pressed too hard against her head.
Grabbing her bookbag, she rifled through the contents until she pulled out a small compact mirror. Flipping it open she angled it so that she could see her forehead and then gaped at her reflection. There was a dark blue and purple bruise on her forehead and a nice little lump, which really wasn't so little, to go with it. No wonder everyone had been giving her funny stares all day! She'd forgotten that she'd banged her head when she'd fallen out of bed that morning. "Great.." Well, looking like an idiot was just another thing she could add to her list of reasons-why-today-sucks. It'd be number nine, right after number eight; lost the Quidditch game to Gryffindor.
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lyrics are by BUTCH WALKER
my notes are: bamf.
credit goes to BROOKE FROM CAUTION