Post by abbey on Aug 7, 2012 18:15:35 GMT -5
Abbey hummed to herself as her fingers laced together, finishing her Cat's Cradle pattern of the Eiffel Tower easily and expertly. Before undoing it and trying another, the slight Apollo girl of twelve looked around at her surroundings. Sunshine filtered through the leaves of the tree she was sitting under, illuminating thousands of different miniscule areas of the ground underneath. It made everything seem special to Abbey.
Mind you, a lot of things seem special to Abbey. She liked looking at the smaller things in life. Her mother always said she had an eye for detail, but couldn't always get the bigger pictures figured out. Abbey hadn't known whether or not to take such a description as a compliment or not, but her mother always said it fondly. Maybe it was a compliment after all.
Oh well. She didn't know, and really, she didn't care. She was happy and her mother didn't hate her or anything, and as long as she was liked, she wasn't upset. One of the worst things to Abbey was not feeling liked, honestly. It could dampen her naturally and usually optimistic mood, in surprisingly extreme ways.
Realizing that she had zoned out on herself, she untwisted the ombré string and dusted off her boot-cut acid-wash jeans before shuffling to the Infirmary. She was out of sorts and, though it was not her shift, decided to go help out at the infirmary. Since Amber was working shorter shifts after her fall and there wasn't a ton of Apollo kids to begin with, she figured that they might need the extra help.
Her Converse sneakers crunching the gravel on the ground as she walked, she smiled and put her head up as she opened the doors and entered the Infirmary.
