Post by Jacelyn Winters on Oct 1, 2012 17:39:08 GMT -6
The house at the end of Market Drive was about as quaint as one could possibly imagine. Nothing much, just a small, two bedroom, one bath with a living room that fed into the dining room which then fed into the kitchen. Nothing fancy, nothing extravagant...in fact, it was taking almost every last dime she had for Jace to keep up with the rent and other bills needed to keep living here. But, it was this or it was asking for help from her Mom, and possibly moving back home. An option that she really didn't even like to entertain, even in her worst daydreams.
But most of all, this was home. For her, that meant a great deal, and compared the shack she had grown up in, it was paradise. Sure, the furnishings were a bit sparse. Nothing really matched. The chair that she had in her living room was a bit old, bought at a garage sale two weeks prior...the couch...it had been a gift from somebody at work who was just looking to unload the damn thing. Hell, ninety-five percent of her furniture had been gifted or bought at some sort of garage sale or thrift store. But, that didn't keep her from being proud of it just the same.
She had worked hard to get the few things that she had, and the fact that she had finally managed to save enough to get satellite TV put in, something that had been a touch and go type of thing. Her mom had always been one to sort of let the bills slip, and with no dad around to really help with anything, it had been lucky if she had cable to watch as a child. Not that her Mom really allowed her to watch TV, but again, that was something she tried her best not to think about.
The one thing that was worthy of note inside her house, was the fact that every cabinet in the kitchen, and every shelf of the fridge was stocked full with food of pretty much every variety. It was a little quirk of her's, something she barely even noticed she did. But the idea of running out of food panicked her beyond all reason and if one shelf became empty, she felt that she had to fill it. A compulsion at its finest, though for the most part, nobody really knew that about her.
To be honest, nobody really knew anything about her, seeing as how she didn't have a whole lot of friends to count for. The other teachers thought she was too immature, too childish to really be considered an adult, but her standing as the school therapist sort of made sure that the students didn't see her as capable of being a fun individual to be around. So needless to say, she was kind of a loner, keeping mostly to herself, and choosing to keep her personal life a secret from those around her. No point in letting anyone too close if they were just going to judge her and look down on her. She just figured she would let them believe what they wanted, and not really say anything...Though, a lot of that stemmed from her nervousness over being anything but nice and bubbly.
Not that she wasn't naturally like that. No, even now she was bouncing around the house, kitty ears perched atop her head, and dressed in a pair of tiny cut off shorts and a tank top. The music blaring as loud as she could have it without getting the cops called on her, and her butt swaying back and forth as she danced around the house a rag in one hand, and a bottle of furniture polish in the other. Today was her day off, and though she could think of a million things she would rather be doing than cleaning house, she really didn't have much choice. It wasn't like she had bee invited out to do anything, and with the lack of spare income to fund any outdoor adventures, she was pretty much restricted to being the nerdy, quirky girl who danced and sang around the house. Not the most ideal image she wanted to put forth, but it was who she was, not much she could do about that.
But most of all, this was home. For her, that meant a great deal, and compared the shack she had grown up in, it was paradise. Sure, the furnishings were a bit sparse. Nothing really matched. The chair that she had in her living room was a bit old, bought at a garage sale two weeks prior...the couch...it had been a gift from somebody at work who was just looking to unload the damn thing. Hell, ninety-five percent of her furniture had been gifted or bought at some sort of garage sale or thrift store. But, that didn't keep her from being proud of it just the same.
She had worked hard to get the few things that she had, and the fact that she had finally managed to save enough to get satellite TV put in, something that had been a touch and go type of thing. Her mom had always been one to sort of let the bills slip, and with no dad around to really help with anything, it had been lucky if she had cable to watch as a child. Not that her Mom really allowed her to watch TV, but again, that was something she tried her best not to think about.
The one thing that was worthy of note inside her house, was the fact that every cabinet in the kitchen, and every shelf of the fridge was stocked full with food of pretty much every variety. It was a little quirk of her's, something she barely even noticed she did. But the idea of running out of food panicked her beyond all reason and if one shelf became empty, she felt that she had to fill it. A compulsion at its finest, though for the most part, nobody really knew that about her.
To be honest, nobody really knew anything about her, seeing as how she didn't have a whole lot of friends to count for. The other teachers thought she was too immature, too childish to really be considered an adult, but her standing as the school therapist sort of made sure that the students didn't see her as capable of being a fun individual to be around. So needless to say, she was kind of a loner, keeping mostly to herself, and choosing to keep her personal life a secret from those around her. No point in letting anyone too close if they were just going to judge her and look down on her. She just figured she would let them believe what they wanted, and not really say anything...Though, a lot of that stemmed from her nervousness over being anything but nice and bubbly.
Not that she wasn't naturally like that. No, even now she was bouncing around the house, kitty ears perched atop her head, and dressed in a pair of tiny cut off shorts and a tank top. The music blaring as loud as she could have it without getting the cops called on her, and her butt swaying back and forth as she danced around the house a rag in one hand, and a bottle of furniture polish in the other. Today was her day off, and though she could think of a million things she would rather be doing than cleaning house, she really didn't have much choice. It wasn't like she had bee invited out to do anything, and with the lack of spare income to fund any outdoor adventures, she was pretty much restricted to being the nerdy, quirky girl who danced and sang around the house. Not the most ideal image she wanted to put forth, but it was who she was, not much she could do about that.
