((Ashley Namath - Memories - Start))
Sometimes things just happen for no reason. Like waking up at six something on a Saturday morning even if you went to bed late. It wasn't bad or anything, but it was still weird to Ashley when it had happened to her. Felt kind of nice as she thought about it. Nobody in her family was awake to mess with her, sleeping in like they all usually did. Cracking her rested joints and doing her usual morning routine of brushing her teeth and such, she still felt a bit tired. Not enough to fall asleep, but it made her slug around her house. She flipped the TV on as she ate the cereal she made for herself.
"So they only show Looney Tunes and exercise infomercials at six in the morning."
She was done with her frosted flakes and whatever was on TV. Didn't wanna go back to sleep. Ashley imagined she would then rest till sometime in the afternoon, and that just led to getting yelled at by her mom and she didn't feel like ruining her own Saturday. Needed something to keep up. Ashley went outside, now walking around lazily to the convenience store that wasn't too far away. It was open 24/7, might as well. She had forgotten to put on her glasses, but she knew it'd be fine for a few quick minutes without them.
Ashley went through the store, looking at all the things she could buy for a quick buck. An Arizona Green Tea was in her left hand, a bag of orange slice candies in her right. Never tried the combination before, might as well. She wordlessly made an exchange for the treats for her money with the cashier at the counter.
Her snacks were in a paper bag, sitting right next to her on the bench right outside the store. Sun wasn't bright, sky was gray and cloudy, but one could still tell it wasn't gonna rain today. A light breeze made this morning kind of nice to be in. Just sitting out here, getting some fresh air and relaxing. Just nice. Ashley cracked open her green tea and took a small sip, staring out into space.
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((Alice Young continued from Book Club))
It might not surprise you to find out that Alice was an early riser. Nobody would look at the small and deceptively young looking girl and think she was a night owl, a party animal, or some other amalgamation of person and fauna which could be used as a synonym for ‘socially active human being’.
Alice was decidedly of the ‘early to bed, early to rise’ mentality and even if in recent years she had begun to spend more and more Friday and weekend nights going to bed later and later, usually due to being engrossed in a book or something on her computer, her body by this point was still conditioned to rise early. No matter how much her tired brain protested that more sleep would be very desirable right now.
Even so, early in this instance usually meant somewhere between 8am and 9am, not between 6am and 7am as her body had apparently decided this morning.
Nonetheless, Alice lacked the motivation or the desire to try and go back to sleep for what would probably only be an hour or so, so she instead endeavoured to make the best of this situation and get an early start to the day; beginning, as any day should, with breakfast.
Or at least that had been her intention before a lack of milk or milk-like substances in the house had thwarted her. Without the means or resources to make an alternative breakfast – they currently lacked bread as well for some reason – and everyone else in the house being dormant at this hour, Alice was left with only one option. To venture forth from the house and seek the provisions she needed, i.e. buy groceries.
And that long and winding sequence of events, is what led Alice to where she was now; standing at the counter of a convenience store with a bottle of milk in one hand and a loaf of bread under her other arm as she counted out change for an unknown shopkeeper who was clearly taking being awake at such an early hour on a Saturday in a much more disgruntled way than Alice herself was.
Grocery shopping was a problem for Alice for several reasons. She was not generally the person who did the chores in her family; her mother or grandmother was usually the one to take care of such things as grocery shopping, though she occasionally accompanied them, and as such she didn’t really know where the convenience store was. Which wasn’t very convenient.
Alice wasn’t really the ‘going outside’ type of person, she was the ‘curl up indoors with a book’ type. She was able to count off the number of places she had been in the past few months on one hand; home, school, library, book store. This had resulted, unfortunately, in a rather lacking knowledge in the general geography of her hometown. She knew, more or less, where places were, especially if those places happened to be along the routes that she travelled often such as the routes connecting the four previously mentioned places. Generally speaking though, if you dropped Alice in the middle of an unknown part of Whittree, she would starve before she would be able to make her way home.
Nonetheless Alice had been able to find her way to a store she had passed by once or twice before, enough that she knew it existed but not recently or frequently enough that she knew exactly where it was. Still, it had taken her longer than she would have liked and she had been wandering around for at least fifteen minutes longer than was necessary before finally finding it. The effects of not enough sleep were now beginning to make themselves known to her and the shopkeeper was looking with her with that annoyed expression because she was taking so long to pay. All she really wanted to do was get out of there but that would either mean leaving without paying which was not an option or dropping the milk and bread which would defeat the whole purpose of coming here and, oh this was not a good start to the weekend.
Alice placed the last coin on the counter with a click and immediately turned on her heel to leave, her face slightly red from embarrassment. She ended up on the pavement outside, glad to have the cool air to take the heat out of her face. She repositioned the milk and bread in her grip to make sure she wasn’t going to drop anything and was about to make her way home when she realised something rather worrying. She couldn’t quite, exactly remember which way home was.
This was a problem, not an insurmountable one, but one which nonetheless caused a surge of panic to rush through her. She was confident she could make her way home eventually, once she made her way to a street she recognised she would be fine, but she didn’t know how long that would take or for that matter what time it was now. If she didn’t get home before her mother and grandmother woke up, then it would be an insurmountable problem. The last thing she wanted was to cause either of them to worry and if they woke to find that she had essentially disappeared from the house they would worry.
She didn’t have a phone on her, or at all, so her only real option was to try and get home as quickly as possible. This meant she would have to ask someone, a completely stranger she had never met before, for directions. This prospect made her stomach do little flips of protest at the potential embarrassment involved but she didn’t have much other choice.
What were her options? Not the shop keeper, he still looked mean and scary, but the only other person in sight was a girl sitting on a bench right in front of the store and sipping a drink. Alice didn’t know the girl, but she looked about her age with black hair and a slight figure.
She, if anything, was more daunting. Adults, children or people generally outside of her age group were less of a problem for Alice to talk to; adults could be counted on to usually be reasonable and children, especially young children, were not very judgemental. In either case the difference in age gave Alice distance from who she was talking to and she felt less fear of a rejection from them since she was unlikely to be on their level to begin with. Talking to someone from within Alice’s own age bracket however was a much more fearful experience for her, for many reasons. Not all of which she could fully explain even to herself.
She steeled her nerves, swallowed the lump in her throat and walked forward.
“Exc… ex… excus…” She paused, swallowed the second, larger lump in her throat and tried again. “Excuse me, do you know where… the library is?”
Alice’s ability to mess up even the simplest of social situations continued to astound her with each new day. Why had she asked for directions to the library of all places? Mostly she had just been too ashamed to admit that she couldn’t find her own way home, so ashamed that at the last minute she couldn’t go through with asking the question and had change what she had said at the last minute. Partly, it was planned. She knew the library was somewhere close to here, after all the only reason she knew this little store existed was because she had passed it while on her way to the library, and she also knew the way from the library to her home like the back of her hand. If she could find the library she wouldn’t be lost anymore.
It might not surprise you to find out that Alice was an early riser. Nobody would look at the small and deceptively young looking girl and think she was a night owl, a party animal, or some other amalgamation of person and fauna which could be used as a synonym for ‘socially active human being’.
Alice was decidedly of the ‘early to bed, early to rise’ mentality and even if in recent years she had begun to spend more and more Friday and weekend nights going to bed later and later, usually due to being engrossed in a book or something on her computer, her body by this point was still conditioned to rise early. No matter how much her tired brain protested that more sleep would be very desirable right now.
Even so, early in this instance usually meant somewhere between 8am and 9am, not between 6am and 7am as her body had apparently decided this morning.
Nonetheless, Alice lacked the motivation or the desire to try and go back to sleep for what would probably only be an hour or so, so she instead endeavoured to make the best of this situation and get an early start to the day; beginning, as any day should, with breakfast.
Or at least that had been her intention before a lack of milk or milk-like substances in the house had thwarted her. Without the means or resources to make an alternative breakfast – they currently lacked bread as well for some reason – and everyone else in the house being dormant at this hour, Alice was left with only one option. To venture forth from the house and seek the provisions she needed, i.e. buy groceries.
And that long and winding sequence of events, is what led Alice to where she was now; standing at the counter of a convenience store with a bottle of milk in one hand and a loaf of bread under her other arm as she counted out change for an unknown shopkeeper who was clearly taking being awake at such an early hour on a Saturday in a much more disgruntled way than Alice herself was.
Grocery shopping was a problem for Alice for several reasons. She was not generally the person who did the chores in her family; her mother or grandmother was usually the one to take care of such things as grocery shopping, though she occasionally accompanied them, and as such she didn’t really know where the convenience store was. Which wasn’t very convenient.
Alice wasn’t really the ‘going outside’ type of person, she was the ‘curl up indoors with a book’ type. She was able to count off the number of places she had been in the past few months on one hand; home, school, library, book store. This had resulted, unfortunately, in a rather lacking knowledge in the general geography of her hometown. She knew, more or less, where places were, especially if those places happened to be along the routes that she travelled often such as the routes connecting the four previously mentioned places. Generally speaking though, if you dropped Alice in the middle of an unknown part of Whittree, she would starve before she would be able to make her way home.
Nonetheless Alice had been able to find her way to a store she had passed by once or twice before, enough that she knew it existed but not recently or frequently enough that she knew exactly where it was. Still, it had taken her longer than she would have liked and she had been wandering around for at least fifteen minutes longer than was necessary before finally finding it. The effects of not enough sleep were now beginning to make themselves known to her and the shopkeeper was looking with her with that annoyed expression because she was taking so long to pay. All she really wanted to do was get out of there but that would either mean leaving without paying which was not an option or dropping the milk and bread which would defeat the whole purpose of coming here and, oh this was not a good start to the weekend.
Alice placed the last coin on the counter with a click and immediately turned on her heel to leave, her face slightly red from embarrassment. She ended up on the pavement outside, glad to have the cool air to take the heat out of her face. She repositioned the milk and bread in her grip to make sure she wasn’t going to drop anything and was about to make her way home when she realised something rather worrying. She couldn’t quite, exactly remember which way home was.
This was a problem, not an insurmountable one, but one which nonetheless caused a surge of panic to rush through her. She was confident she could make her way home eventually, once she made her way to a street she recognised she would be fine, but she didn’t know how long that would take or for that matter what time it was now. If she didn’t get home before her mother and grandmother woke up, then it would be an insurmountable problem. The last thing she wanted was to cause either of them to worry and if they woke to find that she had essentially disappeared from the house they would worry.
She didn’t have a phone on her, or at all, so her only real option was to try and get home as quickly as possible. This meant she would have to ask someone, a completely stranger she had never met before, for directions. This prospect made her stomach do little flips of protest at the potential embarrassment involved but she didn’t have much other choice.
What were her options? Not the shop keeper, he still looked mean and scary, but the only other person in sight was a girl sitting on a bench right in front of the store and sipping a drink. Alice didn’t know the girl, but she looked about her age with black hair and a slight figure.
She, if anything, was more daunting. Adults, children or people generally outside of her age group were less of a problem for Alice to talk to; adults could be counted on to usually be reasonable and children, especially young children, were not very judgemental. In either case the difference in age gave Alice distance from who she was talking to and she felt less fear of a rejection from them since she was unlikely to be on their level to begin with. Talking to someone from within Alice’s own age bracket however was a much more fearful experience for her, for many reasons. Not all of which she could fully explain even to herself.
She steeled her nerves, swallowed the lump in her throat and walked forward.
“Exc… ex… excus…” She paused, swallowed the second, larger lump in her throat and tried again. “Excuse me, do you know where… the library is?”
Alice’s ability to mess up even the simplest of social situations continued to astound her with each new day. Why had she asked for directions to the library of all places? Mostly she had just been too ashamed to admit that she couldn’t find her own way home, so ashamed that at the last minute she couldn’t go through with asking the question and had change what she had said at the last minute. Partly, it was planned. She knew the library was somewhere close to here, after all the only reason she knew this little store existed was because she had passed it while on her way to the library, and she also knew the way from the library to her home like the back of her hand. If she could find the library she wouldn’t be lost anymore.
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Ashley's eyes shifted over to where a voice was talking to her. Some kid, wanting to find the library. Okay, Ashley knew where the library was, got a few books from there from time to time. She personally proffered to just buy a book and not worry about giving it back, since she didn't trust herself to remember when to return a book or where she put it last.
Ashley stood up, raising her index finger to a directed path. Then she pointed it to another. Then another. Spinning 360 degrees, still pointing, Ashley knew for sure she knew where the local library was. The problem was just remembering where. It was making her a bit mad actually, as the info was digging in the back of here head, but nothing reliable was found.
"Um..."
She scratched her head, and gave a squinting look at the kid. Holding groceries. She briefly questioned why a little kid would have groceries and be looking for the library, but whatever. Ashley would have to go out and buy the groceries a lot of the time because she was the oldest and did it since she was younger too. Besides, little kids are weird and do what they like. They lived in a nice place, Ashely figured nothing too bad could happen to her. Still, if she was lost, Ashley knew that she should help her out. She started walking over to the left side of the store, looking at the neighborhood.
"...Yeah...It'd be over this way, I'm guessin'."
Guessing was a pretty accurate word. She nodded her head to the girl to follow her as she began walking. It's not like the library was super far, so they would have to stumble across it eventually. Ashley put her snacks back in the paper bag, now walking to what she hoped was the quickest route to the library.
Ashley stood up, raising her index finger to a directed path. Then she pointed it to another. Then another. Spinning 360 degrees, still pointing, Ashley knew for sure she knew where the local library was. The problem was just remembering where. It was making her a bit mad actually, as the info was digging in the back of here head, but nothing reliable was found.
"Um..."
She scratched her head, and gave a squinting look at the kid. Holding groceries. She briefly questioned why a little kid would have groceries and be looking for the library, but whatever. Ashley would have to go out and buy the groceries a lot of the time because she was the oldest and did it since she was younger too. Besides, little kids are weird and do what they like. They lived in a nice place, Ashely figured nothing too bad could happen to her. Still, if she was lost, Ashley knew that she should help her out. She started walking over to the left side of the store, looking at the neighborhood.
"...Yeah...It'd be over this way, I'm guessin'."
Guessing was a pretty accurate word. She nodded her head to the girl to follow her as she began walking. It's not like the library was super far, so they would have to stumble across it eventually. Ashley put her snacks back in the paper bag, now walking to what she hoped was the quickest route to the library.
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It was not a sight which inspired confidence, seeing the unknown girl turn a full circle on the spot while pointing in all directions. It would be a strange thing to see under any circumstances, but when you had just asked that person for directions it was particularly disheartening.
Alice’s first assumption, as it usually was, was that the strange girl was making fun of her, responding to her question with blatantly wrong directions while silently laughing at her expense for getting lost. She looked down at her feet awkwardly while this went on, only looking up when she could see the mystery girl’s feet stop turning. Looking up and even bringing herself to look the stranger in the eye Alice was surprised to see frustration on the face before her. It then became apparent that the twirling and pointing was not mockery but a genuine attempt to find her way.
This was something of a relief.
Alice still thought the act was strange, but at least she was trying. Nonetheless it looked like Alice would not find help with this stranger. Maybe she should ask the angry shopkeeper after all?
She looked over her shoulder briefly, back at the entrance to the store, before turning back and realising – and it was a rather unpleasant realisation – that the unfamiliar girl was now staring at her, squinting at her in fact as if trying to get a better look. Alice began to fidget and shift in place uncomfortably under the scrutiny, looking down again and scuffing her feet on the pavement, only to stop as she could see that it was making her white trainers dirty.
She was not used to such close inspection, she tried to avoid such attention if possible, and she was not comfortable with it. Attention like this always made her uneasy, like she was under a microscope and her every flaw, short falling and inadequacy was going to be revealed one by one.
By the time the anonymous girl stepped away from her Alice was blushing even harder than she had been when she left the store and the glare of the shopkeeper and she was glad to be out from under that stare, even if it had really only lasted a few seconds.
"...Yeah...It'd be over this way, I'm guessin'."
Like the twirling this statement did not inspire much confidence in Alice. She was sure by this point that the girl did not really know where the library was any more than she herself did. She was just about to excuse herself, make her apologies for bothering the girl when she was clearly relaxing, say thank you for the help and then try to find her own way for better or worse. Nonetheless when the nameless girl nodded her head down the street and began walking Alice found herself stepping into line behind her and following after her.
Following a stranger who at best was just as lost as you were and at worst was intentionally trying to get you more lost for some reason was not the smartest thing to do, yet Alice was doing just that. She supposed she just was not used to questioning people who seemed certain of themselves, used to not speaking up for herself. If they were that sure then clearly she must be the one who is mistaken, even if she is sure that is not the case.
Besides, if this girl was so determined to help her, to show Alice the way at the expense of her own time, then Alice didn’t want to seem ungrateful by questioning if she really knew where she was going or to turn down the help when she was the one who asked for it.
Alice did not want to be seen as ungrateful. She didn’t want to do anything that might upset someone. Or make them angry with her.
Following this decision Alice followed the unidentified girl for another couple of streets before the awkwardness of walking in silence and the uncomfortable, prickly feeling she got from being in the company of someone she didn’t know for too long overrode her politeness.
“Um… you don… you don’t have to t-take me all the way there. I’m sure I can find my own way… from here.”
Alice’s first assumption, as it usually was, was that the strange girl was making fun of her, responding to her question with blatantly wrong directions while silently laughing at her expense for getting lost. She looked down at her feet awkwardly while this went on, only looking up when she could see the mystery girl’s feet stop turning. Looking up and even bringing herself to look the stranger in the eye Alice was surprised to see frustration on the face before her. It then became apparent that the twirling and pointing was not mockery but a genuine attempt to find her way.
This was something of a relief.
Alice still thought the act was strange, but at least she was trying. Nonetheless it looked like Alice would not find help with this stranger. Maybe she should ask the angry shopkeeper after all?
She looked over her shoulder briefly, back at the entrance to the store, before turning back and realising – and it was a rather unpleasant realisation – that the unfamiliar girl was now staring at her, squinting at her in fact as if trying to get a better look. Alice began to fidget and shift in place uncomfortably under the scrutiny, looking down again and scuffing her feet on the pavement, only to stop as she could see that it was making her white trainers dirty.
She was not used to such close inspection, she tried to avoid such attention if possible, and she was not comfortable with it. Attention like this always made her uneasy, like she was under a microscope and her every flaw, short falling and inadequacy was going to be revealed one by one.
By the time the anonymous girl stepped away from her Alice was blushing even harder than she had been when she left the store and the glare of the shopkeeper and she was glad to be out from under that stare, even if it had really only lasted a few seconds.
"...Yeah...It'd be over this way, I'm guessin'."
Like the twirling this statement did not inspire much confidence in Alice. She was sure by this point that the girl did not really know where the library was any more than she herself did. She was just about to excuse herself, make her apologies for bothering the girl when she was clearly relaxing, say thank you for the help and then try to find her own way for better or worse. Nonetheless when the nameless girl nodded her head down the street and began walking Alice found herself stepping into line behind her and following after her.
Following a stranger who at best was just as lost as you were and at worst was intentionally trying to get you more lost for some reason was not the smartest thing to do, yet Alice was doing just that. She supposed she just was not used to questioning people who seemed certain of themselves, used to not speaking up for herself. If they were that sure then clearly she must be the one who is mistaken, even if she is sure that is not the case.
Besides, if this girl was so determined to help her, to show Alice the way at the expense of her own time, then Alice didn’t want to seem ungrateful by questioning if she really knew where she was going or to turn down the help when she was the one who asked for it.
Alice did not want to be seen as ungrateful. She didn’t want to do anything that might upset someone. Or make them angry with her.
Following this decision Alice followed the unidentified girl for another couple of streets before the awkwardness of walking in silence and the uncomfortable, prickly feeling she got from being in the company of someone she didn’t know for too long overrode her politeness.
“Um… you don… you don’t have to t-take me all the way there. I’m sure I can find my own way… from here.”
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Ashley cranked her head to look at the kid as she started speaking again. Yeah, she'd be fine by herself now. Ashley even saw the library a tiny smidge.
"Well, m'kay, you be safe now."
Ashley waved till she was away from the kid and assumed that she wasn't looking anymore, making her way back to somewhere else. Maybe home. She wasn't quite sure if she felt like going back yet.
"Well, m'kay, you be safe now."
Ashley waved till she was away from the kid and assumed that she wasn't looking anymore, making her way back to somewhere else. Maybe home. She wasn't quite sure if she felt like going back yet.
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Before she knew it the girl was gone. Alice had wanted to at least say thank you for guiding her this far but she had stumbled over the words before they had even begun to form, that moment of hesitation was enough for the girl to get far enough down the street that it would be weird for Alice to yell out just to say ‘thank you’.
Further down the street Alice could already make out the library a little, which surprised her because they hadn’t been walking that long; they must have been closer to begin with than Alice realised. Looking around now she could even recognise the street they were on, she could easily make her way from here; if she wasn’t so busy looking down at her feet the whole time they were walking she might even have realised that sooner.
Alice looked back at the mystery girl again. She couldn’t help but be a little curious about her, it was only a brief meeting but Alice felt she should still have asked the girl for her name at least. This was compounded by the fact that ever since first seeing her there had been a little tug of recognition in the back of her mind that she couldn’t quite shake. It wasn’t too surprising really, Whitree was a small town and there weren’t many schools; if she was around the same age as Alice like she suspected and lived around the same area it was a safe bet they went to the same school. Maybe they were even in the same year.
As Alice looked she noticed something small and brightly coloured drop out from the bag the girl was carrying without her noticing. Not wanting the person who helped her to forget anything important Alice called out before considering any of her usually worries.
“Excuse me… you dr-dropped… something.” Even thought the tail end of her sentence trailed off and grew quiet the ‘excuse me’ was at least spoken loudly and clearly enough that Alice was sure the girl would have been able to hear her and turn around.
((OOC: Don't know if this needs saying but... I had permission to god mod those orange slice candies))
Further down the street Alice could already make out the library a little, which surprised her because they hadn’t been walking that long; they must have been closer to begin with than Alice realised. Looking around now she could even recognise the street they were on, she could easily make her way from here; if she wasn’t so busy looking down at her feet the whole time they were walking she might even have realised that sooner.
Alice looked back at the mystery girl again. She couldn’t help but be a little curious about her, it was only a brief meeting but Alice felt she should still have asked the girl for her name at least. This was compounded by the fact that ever since first seeing her there had been a little tug of recognition in the back of her mind that she couldn’t quite shake. It wasn’t too surprising really, Whitree was a small town and there weren’t many schools; if she was around the same age as Alice like she suspected and lived around the same area it was a safe bet they went to the same school. Maybe they were even in the same year.
As Alice looked she noticed something small and brightly coloured drop out from the bag the girl was carrying without her noticing. Not wanting the person who helped her to forget anything important Alice called out before considering any of her usually worries.
“Excuse me… you dr-dropped… something.” Even thought the tail end of her sentence trailed off and grew quiet the ‘excuse me’ was at least spoken loudly and clearly enough that Alice was sure the girl would have been able to hear her and turn around.
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Ashley was doing a lot of head turning today. Once more, she looked back at the kid, talking about somethin - oh shit her candy. Seeing them in somebody else's hand suddenly made her real hungry, even after just eating breakfast.
She walked up to the kid, taking the bag in hand greedily.
"Ah sh-thanks kid."
Can't be shanking children now. Or getting excited about candy so much the lisp reveals itself.
"Ya want any?"
She walked up to the kid, taking the bag in hand greedily.
"Ah sh-thanks kid."
Can't be shanking children now. Or getting excited about candy so much the lisp reveals itself.
"Ya want any?"
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Since they were close at hand Alice reached down to pick up the bag of sweets as the other girl walked back to collect them. When she reached for them Alice let them go so she could take them, which she did quite quickly; she must have really wanted those candies back.
Alice might have been a little taken aback at the girls haste, something which in Alice’s mind bordered on rude – or at least, Alice would have been worried she would be perceived as rude if she took something from someone that quickly – if the girl hadn’t of said thank you right away.
In any case, Alice was too distracted to be affronted, Something in what the girl said caught her attention; two things actually. The first was that when the girl spoke there was a hint of a stammer, or a lisp in her words; she covered it up well enough but Alice had always been fairly attentive to other people’s words. The other thing that caught her attention was the girl’s use of the word ‘kid’ when referring to Alice.
Alice frowned a little at this. She was used to people using terms such as kid around her, due to her appearance it was common for people she didn’t know to mistake her age as being much lower than it was. Most of the time she didn’t bother to correct them, especially if it was someone she wasn’t likely to deal with again; partly because she didn’t see any reason to correct such a harmless mistake, but also partly because people tended to be more… forgiving with children, more likely to tolerate her shyness and lack of social skills when they could explain them away as her still being a young girl who hadn’t learnt how to assert herself yet.
Unfortunately that wasn’t really an option here. If this girl really was someone who attended the same school as her then Alice could possibly run into her again in the hallways, or a classroom, and then she would have to explain herself when the question of why a young girl was walking around a high school. That could lead to… embarrassment.
Alternatively, the girl could know exactly how old she was and was making fun of her stature, but, just this once, Alice decided to think better of someone. She must just be mistaken.
"Ya want any?"
The girl was holding the bag out and offering Alice one and she might have taken up the offer, but eagerly taking a candy from the bag might not help convince her they were really the same age and she was not, in fact, a little girl. Somewhere in the back of her mind her grandmother’s voice said something about not taking candy from strangers, but Alice pushed it away.
Alice shook her head, bracing herself for what she was going to say and any reaction it might bring about. “Ur-urm… I’m not a kid. I-I’m seventeen. I th-think we go to the same school?”
Alice might have been a little taken aback at the girls haste, something which in Alice’s mind bordered on rude – or at least, Alice would have been worried she would be perceived as rude if she took something from someone that quickly – if the girl hadn’t of said thank you right away.
In any case, Alice was too distracted to be affronted, Something in what the girl said caught her attention; two things actually. The first was that when the girl spoke there was a hint of a stammer, or a lisp in her words; she covered it up well enough but Alice had always been fairly attentive to other people’s words. The other thing that caught her attention was the girl’s use of the word ‘kid’ when referring to Alice.
Alice frowned a little at this. She was used to people using terms such as kid around her, due to her appearance it was common for people she didn’t know to mistake her age as being much lower than it was. Most of the time she didn’t bother to correct them, especially if it was someone she wasn’t likely to deal with again; partly because she didn’t see any reason to correct such a harmless mistake, but also partly because people tended to be more… forgiving with children, more likely to tolerate her shyness and lack of social skills when they could explain them away as her still being a young girl who hadn’t learnt how to assert herself yet.
Unfortunately that wasn’t really an option here. If this girl really was someone who attended the same school as her then Alice could possibly run into her again in the hallways, or a classroom, and then she would have to explain herself when the question of why a young girl was walking around a high school. That could lead to… embarrassment.
Alternatively, the girl could know exactly how old she was and was making fun of her stature, but, just this once, Alice decided to think better of someone. She must just be mistaken.
"Ya want any?"
The girl was holding the bag out and offering Alice one and she might have taken up the offer, but eagerly taking a candy from the bag might not help convince her they were really the same age and she was not, in fact, a little girl. Somewhere in the back of her mind her grandmother’s voice said something about not taking candy from strangers, but Alice pushed it away.
Alice shook her head, bracing herself for what she was going to say and any reaction it might bring about. “Ur-urm… I’m not a kid. I-I’m seventeen. I th-think we go to the same school?”
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"Backpedal Ashley, backpedal."
Ok, she'd admit it to herself, the other chick only looked like she was 12 years old. She'd keep that to herself though. There is just some shit you don't say to people.
"N-nah, I didn't mean it like that. I call lots of people kid. Just something I say, y'know?"
She looked the kid-not-kid up and down again. Do they go to the same school? Whittree wasn't exactly big, so she'd have to seen her at some point, right? Then again, Ashley never threw away the possibility she just paid fuck-all attention to people she didn't know, so maybe she just forgot about her or never saw her.
"Yeah, I think so, seen you around, but we don't have any classes, so..."
She left the sentence off with a shrug, not knowing what to say. She held the candy bag out further, just in case the kid-not-kid really did want any.
Ok, she'd admit it to herself, the other chick only looked like she was 12 years old. She'd keep that to herself though. There is just some shit you don't say to people.
"N-nah, I didn't mean it like that. I call lots of people kid. Just something I say, y'know?"
She looked the kid-not-kid up and down again. Do they go to the same school? Whittree wasn't exactly big, so she'd have to seen her at some point, right? Then again, Ashley never threw away the possibility she just paid fuck-all attention to people she didn't know, so maybe she just forgot about her or never saw her.
"Yeah, I think so, seen you around, but we don't have any classes, so..."
She left the sentence off with a shrug, not knowing what to say. She held the candy bag out further, just in case the kid-not-kid really did want any.
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“O-oh. I’m s-sorry. I shouldn’t have ass… I’m sorry.”
Alice hated this, these moments when she made a mistake in front of another person; she just knew that whenever she did so that person’s opinion of her would slip another couple of notches downwards. It was so easy to make that slip, but so hard to climb back up afterwards. She was scared of slipping like that, the slow process of slipping notch by notch until that person just gave up on you, didn’t want to be around you anymore. To many mistakes with not enough notches regained in between.
Something like that for her she knew was inevitable; let her talk long enough and she would say something stupid and end up ruining everything.
This was why she didn’t talk to people.
It was worse when she made a mistake actually involving another person; getting their name wrong, mishearing what someone said or, in this case, making false assumptions about why they said what they did. It was like adding a personal touch to the mistake, giving that person more reason to dislike you, to make them angry or offended. Another couple of notches lost on top of what you would lose anyway.
"Yeah, I think so, seen you around, but we don't have any classes, so..."
It took Alice a second to realise that the girl was still talking to her, and another second to remember what it was she was talking about. It seems they did go to school together, or at least this girl seemed to think so, confirming Alice’s own suspicions. It was good to know that she had not been wrong on that account as well, assuming they weren’t both wrong of course.
The mystery girl was still holding forth the bag of orange candies as well, still prompting Alice to take one. Since she was being so insistent Alice thought it would be rude to take one. Besides, she had to admit she liked these particular sweets. And maybe if she had something in her mouth it would give her an excuse for not talking.
She reached into the bag and took one of the brightly coloured and probably not very good for you sweets and began to unwrap it. “Thank you. I’m… m-my name is Alice.” She popped the sweet in her mouth, glad for the excuse to not talk anymore.
Alice hated this, these moments when she made a mistake in front of another person; she just knew that whenever she did so that person’s opinion of her would slip another couple of notches downwards. It was so easy to make that slip, but so hard to climb back up afterwards. She was scared of slipping like that, the slow process of slipping notch by notch until that person just gave up on you, didn’t want to be around you anymore. To many mistakes with not enough notches regained in between.
Something like that for her she knew was inevitable; let her talk long enough and she would say something stupid and end up ruining everything.
This was why she didn’t talk to people.
It was worse when she made a mistake actually involving another person; getting their name wrong, mishearing what someone said or, in this case, making false assumptions about why they said what they did. It was like adding a personal touch to the mistake, giving that person more reason to dislike you, to make them angry or offended. Another couple of notches lost on top of what you would lose anyway.
"Yeah, I think so, seen you around, but we don't have any classes, so..."
It took Alice a second to realise that the girl was still talking to her, and another second to remember what it was she was talking about. It seems they did go to school together, or at least this girl seemed to think so, confirming Alice’s own suspicions. It was good to know that she had not been wrong on that account as well, assuming they weren’t both wrong of course.
The mystery girl was still holding forth the bag of orange candies as well, still prompting Alice to take one. Since she was being so insistent Alice thought it would be rude to take one. Besides, she had to admit she liked these particular sweets. And maybe if she had something in her mouth it would give her an excuse for not talking.
She reached into the bag and took one of the brightly coloured and probably not very good for you sweets and began to unwrap it. “Thank you. I’m… m-my name is Alice.” She popped the sweet in her mouth, glad for the excuse to not talk anymore.
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"Ey...I'm Ashley."
It was weird, actually having to introducing herself to people. Usually what happened was that she would just hang around people enough to the point where they both just remembered each others name. Then again, Ashley didn't really imagine herself hanging out with this kid. Didn't really seem like the type that socializes with people.
But maybe that was just a bad first impression. It's not like everyone is just gonna be outgoing and Ashley knew that well enough. She also knew that you can't exactly bullrush yourself into being their friend either.
Maybe soon. Maybe not. Definitely not right now though.
"So...uh...yeah. See ya around."
It was weird, actually having to introducing herself to people. Usually what happened was that she would just hang around people enough to the point where they both just remembered each others name. Then again, Ashley didn't really imagine herself hanging out with this kid. Didn't really seem like the type that socializes with people.
But maybe that was just a bad first impression. It's not like everyone is just gonna be outgoing and Ashley knew that well enough. She also knew that you can't exactly bullrush yourself into being their friend either.
Maybe soon. Maybe not. Definitely not right now though.
"So...uh...yeah. See ya around."
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The sweet was a bad idea, deliciously fruity as it might be. Alice had hoped that it would excuse any lapse in conversation that might result from her not knowing what to say, when right now all it was doing was getting in the way of her talking when she needed to.
She pushed the sweet to the side and into her cheek with her tongue to free up some room to talk. She hoped it wasn’t slurring her words too much; she was hard to understand at the best of times with her stutter and quiet voice. “Oh, r-right. Bye.”
Alice was a little disappointed that the girl, Ashley, was leaving so soon. Admittedly all interactions so far had been awkward and strained, Alice had no reason to want to talk to this girl and vice versa, they did not know each other, probably had nothing in common and she really did need to get home before her mother and grandmother woke up, but still… Alice so rarely managed to speak to anyone that for the girl to leave right now, just when Alice was getting up the courage to speak, felt like a missed opportunity.
“Se-see you around.”
Alice turned around, still clutching the bread and milk, and began to walk in the direction of the library, the building becoming more visible the closer she got to it. At least she had managed to find her way… and introduce herself. Maybe they really would see each other in school again? They’d probably notice each other more from now on; whether they would ever speak again was another matter entirely though.
They probably wouldn’t.
Alice stood outside of the library and turned back to where she had left Ashley to see if she was still there. She wasn’t planning on actually going to the library after all, she was just using it as a landmark. She couldn’t let Ashley see her just walk right past the library though, not after she explicitly asked to be led there. That would make her look strange. She would wait until Ashley was gone, then all she had to do was turn down that street right there, go a couple of blocks, take a couple of turns and she would be right at her doorstep.
She hoped her family wasn’t awake yet, or too upset if they were.
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She pushed the sweet to the side and into her cheek with her tongue to free up some room to talk. She hoped it wasn’t slurring her words too much; she was hard to understand at the best of times with her stutter and quiet voice. “Oh, r-right. Bye.”
Alice was a little disappointed that the girl, Ashley, was leaving so soon. Admittedly all interactions so far had been awkward and strained, Alice had no reason to want to talk to this girl and vice versa, they did not know each other, probably had nothing in common and she really did need to get home before her mother and grandmother woke up, but still… Alice so rarely managed to speak to anyone that for the girl to leave right now, just when Alice was getting up the courage to speak, felt like a missed opportunity.
“Se-see you around.”
Alice turned around, still clutching the bread and milk, and began to walk in the direction of the library, the building becoming more visible the closer she got to it. At least she had managed to find her way… and introduce herself. Maybe they really would see each other in school again? They’d probably notice each other more from now on; whether they would ever speak again was another matter entirely though.
They probably wouldn’t.
Alice stood outside of the library and turned back to where she had left Ashley to see if she was still there. She wasn’t planning on actually going to the library after all, she was just using it as a landmark. She couldn’t let Ashley see her just walk right past the library though, not after she explicitly asked to be led there. That would make her look strange. She would wait until Ashley was gone, then all she had to do was turn down that street right there, go a couple of blocks, take a couple of turns and she would be right at her doorstep.
She hoped her family wasn’t awake yet, or too upset if they were.
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((Terribad post after not posting here for a month, should have left sooner))
Ashely scratched the nape of her neck, thinking about what to do now. She supposed she could just walk around a bit more, but that didn't really seem appealing to her anymore.
So she turned around drinking her tea, and walked all the way home and went to sleep in her bed, against her original intentions.
(Ashley Namath - Memories - In I Am Reptar!))
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Ashely scratched the nape of her neck, thinking about what to do now. She supposed she could just walk around a bit more, but that didn't really seem appealing to her anymore.
So she turned around drinking her tea, and walked all the way home and went to sleep in her bed, against her original intentions.
(Ashley Namath - Memories - In I Am Reptar!))
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