Post by Maya Castillo on Jun 10, 2009 22:51:06 GMT -5
The seventh floor, Maya had discovered a few years back, was generally a quiet and isolated place. The only regular class on the floor was Ancient Runes, one that Maya tended to avoid if at all possible. She had already learned one new language and she wasn't tempted to learn another, not to mention the rumor she had picked up about a student being lost for days in a cubbered because of one of the ruins the class had been toying with. With Maya's ungraceful luck, she would probably disappear and never be found again.
At the moment however, Maya had decided to take advantage of the solitude for some alone study time. Now one might think that the library would be the ideal location for this kind of exploit, but Maya had recently discovered that this was not the case. Because people who had numerous friends, liked to in fact study with those said friends. And when a group that large entered the library, it ceased to be quiet. As a result, Maya had decided to relocate to an abandoned seventh floor classroom with a window seat. There was a a thin film of dust on everything, so Maya came to the conclusion that the classroom was in fact abandoned.
Maya was currently curled up in the cushioned window seat, rubbing her temples with her finger tips as she glared down at the potions book in her lap. Maya had been experiencing the the stabbing pain behind her eyes for the past few days because of the recent weather. She took her eyes off of the book for a moment to scowl out the window at the dreary weather outside at the constant drizzle and the not-quite-dark-enough-to-not-hurt-her-eyes-clouds. Maya was also weighed down with a long sleeved shirt, her heavy brown "I'd Rather Be at the Barn" sweatshirt, and a borrowed blanket. She also had a burnt orange knitted hat pulled over her short auburn hair to protect her frozen ears. The hat was accompanied by burnt orange knitted gloves, the kind that only covered your hands and half your fingers. In other words, Maya was not enjoying the weather at all. Luckily her feet were warm, not because of her thick socks or fuzzy slippers, but because Tabitha, her one constant feline companion, was curled up on them.
Maya liked to think of her mind having three different frequencies. The first and most dominate was her Spanish frequency. With Spanish being her first language, Maya found it easiest to both talk and think in her native tongue. The problem: hardly anyone at this school spoke Spanish. The second frequency was the English channel which Maya worked very hard to stay tuned in to because it made it simpler to talk to her classmates and teachers if they could understand her. The third and final frequency was the in between channel where you could pick up both Spanish and English. Even if Maya was in the middle of a conversation in English, she would start thinking in Spanish and then the words would come out in that language too. At the moment because of her her foul mood, Maya's brain was hardwired on to the Spanish channel and she was finding it rather difficult to read her potions book, which happened to be printed in English.
Maya glowered down at the book for a few more moments before it suddenly slammed against the opposite wall with a loud echoing thud before falling to the floor. The book was accompanied by a string of curses however, if anyone were to be passing by the most likely wouldn't have understood because she was of course swearing in Spanish. She slumped down and buried her face in the blanket as she fought back the tears of anger that stung her eyes. Maya always tended to be a little homesick for her hot desert back in Mexico, but she normally was not this moody about it. However, that day happened to be her twin brothers, Sam and Gabe's, birthday and she was missing it again.
At the moment however, Maya had decided to take advantage of the solitude for some alone study time. Now one might think that the library would be the ideal location for this kind of exploit, but Maya had recently discovered that this was not the case. Because people who had numerous friends, liked to in fact study with those said friends. And when a group that large entered the library, it ceased to be quiet. As a result, Maya had decided to relocate to an abandoned seventh floor classroom with a window seat. There was a a thin film of dust on everything, so Maya came to the conclusion that the classroom was in fact abandoned.
Maya was currently curled up in the cushioned window seat, rubbing her temples with her finger tips as she glared down at the potions book in her lap. Maya had been experiencing the the stabbing pain behind her eyes for the past few days because of the recent weather. She took her eyes off of the book for a moment to scowl out the window at the dreary weather outside at the constant drizzle and the not-quite-dark-enough-to-not-hurt-her-eyes-clouds. Maya was also weighed down with a long sleeved shirt, her heavy brown "I'd Rather Be at the Barn" sweatshirt, and a borrowed blanket. She also had a burnt orange knitted hat pulled over her short auburn hair to protect her frozen ears. The hat was accompanied by burnt orange knitted gloves, the kind that only covered your hands and half your fingers. In other words, Maya was not enjoying the weather at all. Luckily her feet were warm, not because of her thick socks or fuzzy slippers, but because Tabitha, her one constant feline companion, was curled up on them.
Maya liked to think of her mind having three different frequencies. The first and most dominate was her Spanish frequency. With Spanish being her first language, Maya found it easiest to both talk and think in her native tongue. The problem: hardly anyone at this school spoke Spanish. The second frequency was the English channel which Maya worked very hard to stay tuned in to because it made it simpler to talk to her classmates and teachers if they could understand her. The third and final frequency was the in between channel where you could pick up both Spanish and English. Even if Maya was in the middle of a conversation in English, she would start thinking in Spanish and then the words would come out in that language too. At the moment because of her her foul mood, Maya's brain was hardwired on to the Spanish channel and she was finding it rather difficult to read her potions book, which happened to be printed in English.
Maya glowered down at the book for a few more moments before it suddenly slammed against the opposite wall with a loud echoing thud before falling to the floor. The book was accompanied by a string of curses however, if anyone were to be passing by the most likely wouldn't have understood because she was of course swearing in Spanish. She slumped down and buried her face in the blanket as she fought back the tears of anger that stung her eyes. Maya always tended to be a little homesick for her hot desert back in Mexico, but she normally was not this moody about it. However, that day happened to be her twin brothers, Sam and Gabe's, birthday and she was missing it again.