Post by music on Jan 30, 2010 4:22:52 GMT
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Niala's morning had started early, and even though she'd been up for the past fourteen hours, she still hadn't accomplished half the things she wanted to. She had to suddenly cover someone's shift at Starbucks thanks to some sickness, take her laptop to the repair center, and start the research for her English paper, which was due in the following week. Niala could have waiting until the last minute, but with her unpredictable schedule these days it was hard to tell if her "free time" would actually be free. She'd spent the last few weeks getting settled in her new apartment, her first step in seperating herself permanently from her ex. Even though it wasn't a good relationship, she could help but feel some love for him even though he'd hurt her so many times, emotionally, mentally, and physically. She could recgonize that the relationship was abuse, but she couldn't help but feel like she owed him something. After all, he was the first peron in LA to "love" her, even if she spent more time in pain than feeling cherished.
Niala had recently begun to have trouble keepnig a steady schedule since now she was trying to keep up with her school work and pick up extra shifts to make sure she had enough rent money plus other expenses, and keeping up with her social life, even though it wasn't a very big one. All of those things plus constant nagging from family friends had Niala on the edge, so today was going to be the day she did almost everything so she could allow herself some time to breathe. The only problem was that the busy places in LA seemed to be determined to keep her from completely her task. If it wasn't sidewalk traffic, it was a crowded coffee shop, or her misplaced cell phone, or tedious house work, or a customer that couldn't seem to make up their mind and decided to take forever getting the perfect order.
Niala walked the campus, her coffee in one hand, bookbag on her other shoulder. She had been in Starbucks way longer than she'd expected, but that was what happened when you had unreliable co-workers. Now she was still off-schedule, but she found some solice in knowing that all she had to do was return her books, pick up her laptop, check in on her friend Spencer, and start the research for her paper. It seemed like a lot, but sometimes Niala worked best under stress. Then again, other times it caused her to go insane and nearly loose all sanity. Today, she couldn't spare the time for a mental breakdown, or any sort of breakdown, like the one her car had earlier that week, which left her walking to all her destinations while it was being checked.
Finally, Niala managed to make it to the campus library where the majority of her work could be completed. She found a table and sat, placing her bag on the table. She got up to find some books on her subject, trying to see over the other people in front of her. She had a lot of taller classmates, which wasn't good when she was looking for something. She looked around and under most of them, finding her results useless so she tried waiting. After a few minutes, she gave up hope and moved to another section that was less crowded.
Niala eventually managed to find a few things that could potentially help so she took them back to her table. She opened the first book, an old one with a slightly worn spine, though it was still usuable, and began reading. A few sentences in, she buried her head into the book, her hands over her head. She let out a small scream, barely audible, then quickly sat back up. She checked around to make sure no one had seen her, then went back to reading. She tried to focus, but it was just too hard. The words were all a blur to her, even though she re-read each line, following each line with her pencil eraser. She wasn't going to get anything done, and she knew it, but she kept trying to read.