fallenupright
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Janice had been surprised to see her mother's car in the driveway when she arrived home. She must have come home from work... or just not gone, perhaps. She hopped out of the back-seat of Becca's car, waving to her friends still in the car. She had to come home and do homework right after practice before being allowed to go do anything else. The rest of the girls were pretty understanding... they teased her a little now and then, but they couldn't say too much... they didn't really know what was going on. She'd never live that down.
She made her way up the drive slowly, her head filled with the routine they had been working on. She was a bit of a perfectionist when it came to her routines. She planned most of them, and then they practiced... and practiced. It was her last year in high school, and she was determined to win the championship this year. The school hadn't won the Nationals since her mother's days... They'd always been eliminated in the State final. Janice was hoping to change that, to make her mom proud.
She reached the door, and opened it quietly, walking in. The sound of the shower reached her ears. She didn't look up just yet, instead turned around and neatly slipped her shoes from her feet, and put her backpack away. She was dressed in a tank top and jean skirt, having showered and changed after practice. She smoothed an imaginary ruffle in the skirt, before turning around and looking around...
"Mom? Tom?" she called...
She made her way up the drive slowly, her head filled with the routine they had been working on. She was a bit of a perfectionist when it came to her routines. She planned most of them, and then they practiced... and practiced. It was her last year in high school, and she was determined to win the championship this year. The school hadn't won the Nationals since her mother's days... They'd always been eliminated in the State final. Janice was hoping to change that, to make her mom proud.
She reached the door, and opened it quietly, walking in. The sound of the shower reached her ears. She didn't look up just yet, instead turned around and neatly slipped her shoes from her feet, and put her backpack away. She was dressed in a tank top and jean skirt, having showered and changed after practice. She smoothed an imaginary ruffle in the skirt, before turning around and looking around...
"Mom? Tom?" she called...
It is refreshing to read both your posts, I'll try to come up with something here.
This is probably one of the few threads that actually promises a storyline. I was just wondering though - if somehow things don't work out between the characters will you be willing to continue playing it out? As in, if things don't happen on the first try I mean. Of course eventually they will get somewhere.