Post by margaretfox on Jun 29, 2011 19:42:39 GMT -5
Margaret had found her self a bench in Times square, and was quit happy about it as well, what, with all the tourist around, and taking up perfectly good benches for what seemed like 500 photo's. It was a little after 2PM in the afternoon on Saturday, so the streets, and parks were a little less than pleasant , but, they were do-able. Margaret sat with one leg over the other that was resting flat on the ground, and placed the novel 'To Kill A Mocking Bird' a little high on her thigh. She flipped through a few pages till she found the page she had been on before. She sat there for about twenty minuets before the constant random chatter of people started to get to her. The little voice in her head was being blasted out of existence with all the people around her.
Margaret ventured on, but about five minuets pasted, and she could no long take it. She sight, and eased her book into the rinky-dinky bag that she had slung around her shoulder. She had dressed a bit carelessly today, she was clad in a pair of American Eagle jeans that were a darkened blue color, along with a white graphic tee that had to halves of a heart on each side of her chest, the area were they were supposed to meet were jagged, and rough with words coming out of the center, starting out small, than enlarging when they fell forward, or down. Margaret hadn't really ever had her heart broken like the shirt might have lead people to believe. Sure, she'd had boyfriends, but they normally all ended very mutually, normally with each side saying they still wanted to be friends, just not friends like that.
Margaret had a large collection of Friends with benefits to say the least. She sat there on the bench and started chewing on her lip a bit, wondering if anybody would bother to com and sit on her bench. She wanted to talk to somebody, even a tourist would do at this point!
Margaret ventured on, but about five minuets pasted, and she could no long take it. She sight, and eased her book into the rinky-dinky bag that she had slung around her shoulder. She had dressed a bit carelessly today, she was clad in a pair of American Eagle jeans that were a darkened blue color, along with a white graphic tee that had to halves of a heart on each side of her chest, the area were they were supposed to meet were jagged, and rough with words coming out of the center, starting out small, than enlarging when they fell forward, or down. Margaret hadn't really ever had her heart broken like the shirt might have lead people to believe. Sure, she'd had boyfriends, but they normally all ended very mutually, normally with each side saying they still wanted to be friends, just not friends like that.
Margaret had a large collection of Friends with benefits to say the least. She sat there on the bench and started chewing on her lip a bit, wondering if anybody would bother to com and sit on her bench. She wanted to talk to somebody, even a tourist would do at this point!
