Post by bianca on Jul 8, 2011 2:52:59 GMT -5
A sadly slender girl with pale skin slowly walked into the coffee shop; Starbucks. Her big, blue eyes looked about with a sort of satisfaction and wonder. A golden bandanna was wrapped around her head, and a few strings with beads (ranging from all different shades of yellow to black) dangled from it. She was dressed in nice-looking, long, light blue sweatpants and a white knit sweater; odd apparel for summer. She attracted many glances, and looks filled with pity. She had no hair, apparently; her bandanna was a mark of her affliction. The dreaded leukemia.
Not just any leukemia, either. This innocent, sweet girl was doomed to die, according to doctors' predictions.
Bianca Hadyn hadn't seen much of anything for a very, very long time. Just white hospital walls. Starbucks, with its placid, warm colors, was an explosion of beautiful wonder to her big, blue, innocent eyes.
A leather leash and a drawing pad were tucked under one arm; at the end of the leash was a slender, beautiful, medium-sized dog; German Shepherd colored, with a white blaze down the nose and white paws, padded along at her side. The dog was gentle and sweet looking; no one bothered to tell her to take the dog away. Besides! A special aid vest was strapped around the dog - Angel's - shoulders.
The drawing pad was very fat, and well worn. Dents marked the edges of the cover from where countless pens had been tucked onto. Bianca never went anywhere without it; the coffee shop was no exception.
She was walking slowly, and it took her some time to reach a small table by the window. She carefully eased herself up into a tall stool, thrills of happiness gracing her demeanor. Bianca closed her eyes briefly, taking in the sweet smells and the quiet buzz of voices which she hadn't heard in such a long time. She slipped the loop of her leash over her wrist, reaching down and patting Angel on the head. The dog chuffed out a breath of warm air on Bianca's translucent, slender hand, and then lowered her own body to the ground, slender head resting on white paws.
Bianca flipped her sketchbook open, taking a battered pencil from its special pocket. She flipped past many pages of beautiful drawings; many were of Angel, herself, and her wonderful twin sister, Noelle. A few were beautiful sceneries, yet others were of random animals. Finally, she reached a blank page, and rested her hand on her palm. What to draw? She could draw a bird; a doughnut. A tree? Herself? How about a person? Bianca glanced around the room inquisitively, searching for a subject which she could draw. Would anybody be willing to pose for her?
Not just any leukemia, either. This innocent, sweet girl was doomed to die, according to doctors' predictions.
Bianca Hadyn hadn't seen much of anything for a very, very long time. Just white hospital walls. Starbucks, with its placid, warm colors, was an explosion of beautiful wonder to her big, blue, innocent eyes.
A leather leash and a drawing pad were tucked under one arm; at the end of the leash was a slender, beautiful, medium-sized dog; German Shepherd colored, with a white blaze down the nose and white paws, padded along at her side. The dog was gentle and sweet looking; no one bothered to tell her to take the dog away. Besides! A special aid vest was strapped around the dog - Angel's - shoulders.
The drawing pad was very fat, and well worn. Dents marked the edges of the cover from where countless pens had been tucked onto. Bianca never went anywhere without it; the coffee shop was no exception.
She was walking slowly, and it took her some time to reach a small table by the window. She carefully eased herself up into a tall stool, thrills of happiness gracing her demeanor. Bianca closed her eyes briefly, taking in the sweet smells and the quiet buzz of voices which she hadn't heard in such a long time. She slipped the loop of her leash over her wrist, reaching down and patting Angel on the head. The dog chuffed out a breath of warm air on Bianca's translucent, slender hand, and then lowered her own body to the ground, slender head resting on white paws.
Bianca flipped her sketchbook open, taking a battered pencil from its special pocket. She flipped past many pages of beautiful drawings; many were of Angel, herself, and her wonderful twin sister, Noelle. A few were beautiful sceneries, yet others were of random animals. Finally, she reached a blank page, and rested her hand on her palm. What to draw? She could draw a bird; a doughnut. A tree? Herself? How about a person? Bianca glanced around the room inquisitively, searching for a subject which she could draw. Would anybody be willing to pose for her?
I talk like this!
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