The rain began cooling a little after four, drumming softly, at first, along the many
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The rain began cooling a little after four, drumming softly, at first, along the many multi colored rooftops where it invited drowsiness and sleep before finally seguing into a wraith of mist and fog; leaving the entirety of this part of the world drenched. The languid cries of protestors lining Poplar, spewing forth conspiracy laden doctrines and waving barely legible signs. Lines of cars screeching to a rest; their engines stirring up an impenetrable cloud of hums as tinted windows obscured the people they carried, going to places only they would know. Sentences- political spiritual artistical idyllic and altogether of a thin nature- rising like steam from the tirelessly pumping mouths of pseudo intellectuals crowded in…show more content…
There are no shelves and therefore books DVDs CDs and other various articles lay scattered about the place, lingering here and there in piles or by themselves. A large bay window completes the room, looming down pleasantly upon the front yard. It is there that June sits smoking, and it is there that she has spent the last remaining two or so odd months peering into a world she was once part of.
Word was that there was to be a party of a grand scale somewhere in Bartlett that night and June did not want to go. Three days into a short winter break had already turned into three days of lengthy nights filled with equal portions of cheap drugs, cheaper beer and the expensive drama that always seems to accompany these. Three days of a waterfall of hormones and horniness, backseat lovers and backdoor lies, cascading onto a door; the wood swelling and sweltering and splintering, soon to be nothing but driftwood. Fragments dangle like an unlit cigarette clinging to the lips of a red-rimmed girl whose eyes have experienced too much of everything but sleep. Sleep, the friend whose visit she had long prolonged and wished to reinstate. June hadn’t even been home in that time span, opting instead to crash at her best friend Lexi’s house; which was never a problem because Ms. Sherry adored her (sometimes, it was said, more so than her own daughter). She was tired, and not only in the physical sense, but in that deeper, emotionally tinged sense as well.