Post by Rosaliz Hernandez G6 on Dec 8, 2005 1:27:33 GMT
It was pitch black in the bedroom as Rosaliz layed wide-awake. She turned her head and looked out the window not to far from her bed. She sat up slowly slipping her blanket off her body, putting on her shoes and socks she went to the foot of her bed. Then opening her chest she went to the bottom and found her wand. With a small flick the blankets on her bed rose as they would if someone was sleeping under them. Then kneeling down by the window Rosaliz looked at the grounds. They were vacant just the way she expected it to be. It was nearly midnight Turning back towards the door, into the common room and then snuck out of the passageway. She walked threw the halls, not caring if she made any noise and was willing to stand-up to anybody if they asked what she was doing.
Rosaliz made it to the front doors without being caught. She stepped outside. The air had an aroma of newly fresh cut grass. She loved that smell, which seemed quit usual to her. She looked around. The lawn seemed so peaceful and soundless with out any students around. She walked to her favorite spot. It was an oak tree near by the lake. She sat down. Then she started thinking about everything that happened especially about that girl named Monica. She took another breath of fresh air glaring at the lake that had glimmered before her.
She walked out taking a deep breath of fresh air. After a short walk she stood in front of a lake. She had been having terrible nightmares with her getting hurt with Monica lately. She couldn’t even take it anymore that it wouldn’t let her sleep. Sometimes she’d wake up crying as if she was having a fit or something or just screaming awake from these horrors. She stared at the glistening water wondering why Monica was always the way she was. Was she hiding something from her?
Rosaliz made it to the front doors without being caught. She stepped outside. The air had an aroma of newly fresh cut grass. She loved that smell, which seemed quit usual to her. She looked around. The lawn seemed so peaceful and soundless with out any students around. She walked to her favorite spot. It was an oak tree near by the lake. She sat down. Then she started thinking about everything that happened especially about that girl named Monica. She took another breath of fresh air glaring at the lake that had glimmered before her.
She walked out taking a deep breath of fresh air. After a short walk she stood in front of a lake. She had been having terrible nightmares with her getting hurt with Monica lately. She couldn’t even take it anymore that it wouldn’t let her sleep. Sometimes she’d wake up crying as if she was having a fit or something or just screaming awake from these horrors. She stared at the glistening water wondering why Monica was always the way she was. Was she hiding something from her?