90 Days with Zoëy Greene
|An R. P.|
Zoëy dusted her dress as she got up from the tree stump she was resting on, swiping her luggage bag away from the ground with her right hand within the blink of an eye. Shortly after taking in a quick breather, she strolled down a narrow pathway, shuffling past the familiar flower beds which had grown up to a meter since she left the small, remote town. Twelve years had passed, and she was finally home. The nostalgic feeling crammed up inside her heart was slowly beginning to fade away each time she emerged, bringing a smile upon her face instead. She could picture her younger self running vivaciously around the grassy and flowery field whilst a boy a couple of years older than her ran after her, constantly calling her name out. She could only maintain her smile as a reaction to the sudden appearance of the memory. She murmured the name of the boy in between her breaths, and continued strolling down the trail until she reached the end of it. She heaved a long, heavy sigh at the sight of a high fence which became a barrier that separated her from the other side. "This wasn't here before.." she uttered, tossing her bag over the fence. Clutching onto the fence with her free hands, she began to climb up; higher and higher until she reached the peak whereupon she swapped her position. Unfortunately for Zoëy, her dress was caught on a loose wire connected to the fence and her tugging, struggling and forceful behaviour only resulted in it ending up with a nasty hole around the foot of her frock. "Oh stupid fence!" Once she was halfway to the bottom, she completely loosened her grasp and jumped down, landing gracefully on her Mary Janes onto the sidewalk. She dusted her dress once more, picked up her bag and continued her journey, walking at a minimum speed due to the difficulties in breathing she was experiencing at that very moment. And as she walked, she stared idly at the concrete floor below her, humming a cheerful tune to herself. Being the natural klutz she was, she walked into a stranger who happened to be headed in the opposite direction, lifted her head up and snapped, "Watch where you're going!"
|An R. P.|
Zoëy dusted her dress as she got up from the tree stump she was resting on, swiping her luggage bag away from the ground with her right hand within the blink of an eye. Shortly after taking in a quick breather, she strolled down a narrow pathway, shuffling past the familiar flower beds which had grown up to a meter since she left the small, remote town. Twelve years had passed, and she was finally home. The nostalgic feeling crammed up inside her heart was slowly beginning to fade away each time she emerged, bringing a smile upon her face instead. She could picture her younger self running vivaciously around the grassy and flowery field whilst a boy a couple of years older than her ran after her, constantly calling her name out. She could only maintain her smile as a reaction to the sudden appearance of the memory. She murmured the name of the boy in between her breaths, and continued strolling down the trail until she reached the end of it. She heaved a long, heavy sigh at the sight of a high fence which became a barrier that separated her from the other side. "This wasn't here before.." she uttered, tossing her bag over the fence. Clutching onto the fence with her free hands, she began to climb up; higher and higher until she reached the peak whereupon she swapped her position. Unfortunately for Zoëy, her dress was caught on a loose wire connected to the fence and her tugging, struggling and forceful behaviour only resulted in it ending up with a nasty hole around the foot of her frock. "Oh stupid fence!" Once she was halfway to the bottom, she completely loosened her grasp and jumped down, landing gracefully on her Mary Janes onto the sidewalk. She dusted her dress once more, picked up her bag and continued her journey, walking at a minimum speed due to the difficulties in breathing she was experiencing at that very moment. And as she walked, she stared idly at the concrete floor below her, humming a cheerful tune to herself. Being the natural klutz she was, she walked into a stranger who happened to be headed in the opposite direction, lifted her head up and snapped, "Watch where you're going!"
