Post by Bonnie Parr on Dec 18, 2006 18:23:29 GMT -5
Eighteen... free of will... free to do whatever. And yet the only thing running through her mind was guilt. Guilt of things she had done. Yes folks... even BONNIE felt guilty at times. Maybe she was just finally maturing.... nahhhh. Well... whatever the reason she just had to get this off her chest... like seriously. "What the--" she threw the lizzard off her and over her shoulder. Ahhhh much better... Where was I again... oh yeah... guilty.. VERY guilty feeling.
Rounding the corner into the crowded muggle town she frowned lightly at the muggles. They were so... odd. Many were piling into some building.. Heyyy I remember that building thing... it's a CHURCH. She had only visited it once or twice when she was younger... with its long boring ceremonies. Ooof. It was only lucky her father had told her mum to forget, it was a waste of a day. She never stopped thanking her dad since.... and yet, she felt so... compelled to walk into it with the crowd. Maybe it was some dark force pulling her in... awaiting to devour her. Nahhhh.
Soooooo walking in with the crowd, pushing past some old lady she ran a free hand through her hair and paused in its entrance. It was so... scary. Lights... people... holyness. This place was creeping with niceness. Bleeeehhh. Her feet made it's way through the crowd and into the confessional, where she had recalled when her mum had made her confess after chopping all that Baker's kids hair off. She was only doing that girl a favor...
"Forgive me father for I have sinned..." she whispered under her breath, her head bowed low. It was so weird... o__O she didn't even know what she was doing anymore.
Rounding the corner into the crowded muggle town she frowned lightly at the muggles. They were so... odd. Many were piling into some building.. Heyyy I remember that building thing... it's a CHURCH. She had only visited it once or twice when she was younger... with its long boring ceremonies. Ooof. It was only lucky her father had told her mum to forget, it was a waste of a day. She never stopped thanking her dad since.... and yet, she felt so... compelled to walk into it with the crowd. Maybe it was some dark force pulling her in... awaiting to devour her. Nahhhh.
Soooooo walking in with the crowd, pushing past some old lady she ran a free hand through her hair and paused in its entrance. It was so... scary. Lights... people... holyness. This place was creeping with niceness. Bleeeehhh. Her feet made it's way through the crowd and into the confessional, where she had recalled when her mum had made her confess after chopping all that Baker's kids hair off. She was only doing that girl a favor...
"Forgive me father for I have sinned..." she whispered under her breath, her head bowed low. It was so weird... o__O she didn't even know what she was doing anymore.