Post by Starlithe on Dec 22, 2004 14:26:30 GMT -5
A blonde, none other than Craven Vinicent, sat in one of the large wooden chairs at an oaken table, reading one of the largest books thought imaginable. It was obvious that the girl was Crave because, a., Star wouldn't be caught dead in a library, and b., this girl wore a pear of square-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.
The title of the book was Sirens: An Adventure Through Time, but it seemed as if any book that big could hardly be called an adventure; more like torture. Still, the youth found books on Sirens interesting, so, there she was.
She had trouble turning to the next page, as they were so thin. The teen sighed, hating the aspect of what she was about to do. She licked her finger and turned the page. Crave was obsessive compulsive over cleanliness and such, and she wasn't ashamed of it. "A good habit" was her term for the obsession.
The title of the book was Sirens: An Adventure Through Time, but it seemed as if any book that big could hardly be called an adventure; more like torture. Still, the youth found books on Sirens interesting, so, there she was.
She had trouble turning to the next page, as they were so thin. The teen sighed, hating the aspect of what she was about to do. She licked her finger and turned the page. Crave was obsessive compulsive over cleanliness and such, and she wasn't ashamed of it. "A good habit" was her term for the obsession.