Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2015 14:05:28 GMT
On a brisk winter morning than a nice cup of hot chocolate and a walk down main street. She planned on doing some shopping later, and maybe getting lunch at Granny's. For now, she used this time to think, and reflect. It was almost Spring, which meant that she'd have to start planning something for the school's drama department to do, but she was running out of ideas. She'd previously worked with the younger children on the play of Alice in Wonderland, and it was quite different than working with the older kids. In some aspects, it was a little easier than dealing with teenagers. There was one girl in particular who stood out, though. Her name was Grace, and she was simply amazing. Angelique grew quite attached to her during that time, and wondered if there was a part she could give the young girl in the production she would put on for the high school.
That, of course, would be based on the production she chose, and the permission of Grace herself as well as her father. She wasn't sure if he'd allow it though, as Jefferson didn't really seem like much of a fan of Angelique. In retrospect, she felt bad that she had chosen such a play. She should have been far more sensitive to him about that, but how was she to know that a place so beautifully written about would be so awful? Angelique and her twin sister didn't have a story of their own. They were merely residents of the Enchanted Forest, attached indirectly to the Tremaines. She supposed if she did have a story that drew up harsh memories, she'd want nothing to do with it either.
Noticing that her thought process had been centered mostly on Jefferson, Angelique did her best to think about something else. Jefferson had been in her thoughts quite a lot since her first time meeting him, and as they worked together through the production of the outfits for the play, it only got worse. This, however, was a huge no-no. Angelique was never one to get attached like that. Still though...her thoughts continued to drift. Quickly, she tried to change topics in her mind. "Shoes..dresses...more shoes..hot chocolate. Marshmellows." She muttered to herself in a whisper.
That, of course, would be based on the production she chose, and the permission of Grace herself as well as her father. She wasn't sure if he'd allow it though, as Jefferson didn't really seem like much of a fan of Angelique. In retrospect, she felt bad that she had chosen such a play. She should have been far more sensitive to him about that, but how was she to know that a place so beautifully written about would be so awful? Angelique and her twin sister didn't have a story of their own. They were merely residents of the Enchanted Forest, attached indirectly to the Tremaines. She supposed if she did have a story that drew up harsh memories, she'd want nothing to do with it either.
Noticing that her thought process had been centered mostly on Jefferson, Angelique did her best to think about something else. Jefferson had been in her thoughts quite a lot since her first time meeting him, and as they worked together through the production of the outfits for the play, it only got worse. This, however, was a huge no-no. Angelique was never one to get attached like that. Still though...her thoughts continued to drift. Quickly, she tried to change topics in her mind. "Shoes..dresses...more shoes..hot chocolate. Marshmellows." She muttered to herself in a whisper.
