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rainbowfic2015-03-01 08:48 pm
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Clean Again 9, Spring Green 11, Azul 18: Contemplation
Author: Kat
Title: Contemplation
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Clean again 9 (Color Me Happy), spring green 11 (I never took the easy way), azul 18 (Trust your own strength) with shipwreck_light's paint-by-numbers (Joy decides to leave home.)
Supplies and Materials: Glue (Your thoughts may grow intense, but there's no reason to shy away from them. Something that touches your core is arousing your intellect and your gut reaction doesn't fit into the current set of circumstances)
Word Count: 489
Rating: PG-13
Summary: On a sunny summer afternoon, Joy contemplates her future.
Warnings: none.
Notes: nope.
She could go to college, if she wanted to.
There were a lot of things Joy could do now, actually, if she wanted to. She propped her bare feet up on the porch rail and leaned back in her chair, letting the summer sunshine spill over her body.
She could go to college; that was definitely an option, though not one she was much interested in. She could stay home and get a job somewhere, which was more attractive. Joy loved her parents and she liked her hometown. She didn't much mind the thought of hanging around for a few more years, accumulating savings and drinking her father's lemonade.
She tilted the glass she held in her hand, watching the light shifting through the lemonade and the ice cubes. Really, this life was close to perfect. Her family was here, and the friends she'd grown up with. Philadelphia was a quick drive away-- maybe she'd move there in a few years, when it was time to leave home.
Joy sighed, and set the glass against her collarbone, the condensation cooling her skin. She could. She just didn't want to.
Screw college-- she'd never really wanted to go anyway. But staying with her parents, that was appealing. And easy, oh, so easy. She was the cherished only child of parents who'd wanted a large family; she knew they'd let her stay home as long as she wanted to.
It was just... she didn't want to. She didn't want to go to college, she didn't want to stay home. She wanted to move to New York and make it big as a dancer, and she was pretty sure that if she said that to literally anyone she knew, they'd laugh.
This time Joy pressed the glass to her forehead, to ward off a lurking headache. It wasn't that she couldn't make it; she knew she was a damned good dancer, by dint of at least fifteen years of practice if nothing else. She might not be a superstar, but she could at least feed herself. And it would be so nice to live on her own. She loved her parents, but she was ready to get out there.
It was just. She made a big show of not caring what anyone thought, but the fact was that she-- and probably every other person in the world-- did care, quite a bit, at least for the opinions of some. It wouldn't kill her, but it would really hurt to see doubt in her parents' eyes.
But then again, her parents always did tell her that you had to chase after what you wanted. It wasn't just going to come.
Joy drank half her lemonade, and leaned back in the chair, the porch creaking under her weight. She didn't have to decide now, though she knew she already had. For now, she could just enjoy the summer.
And in the fall...
New York.
Title: Contemplation
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Clean again 9 (Color Me Happy), spring green 11 (I never took the easy way), azul 18 (Trust your own strength) with shipwreck_light's paint-by-numbers (Joy decides to leave home.)
Supplies and Materials: Glue (Your thoughts may grow intense, but there's no reason to shy away from them. Something that touches your core is arousing your intellect and your gut reaction doesn't fit into the current set of circumstances)
Word Count: 489
Rating: PG-13
Summary: On a sunny summer afternoon, Joy contemplates her future.
Warnings: none.
Notes: nope.
She could go to college, if she wanted to.
There were a lot of things Joy could do now, actually, if she wanted to. She propped her bare feet up on the porch rail and leaned back in her chair, letting the summer sunshine spill over her body.
She could go to college; that was definitely an option, though not one she was much interested in. She could stay home and get a job somewhere, which was more attractive. Joy loved her parents and she liked her hometown. She didn't much mind the thought of hanging around for a few more years, accumulating savings and drinking her father's lemonade.
She tilted the glass she held in her hand, watching the light shifting through the lemonade and the ice cubes. Really, this life was close to perfect. Her family was here, and the friends she'd grown up with. Philadelphia was a quick drive away-- maybe she'd move there in a few years, when it was time to leave home.
Joy sighed, and set the glass against her collarbone, the condensation cooling her skin. She could. She just didn't want to.
Screw college-- she'd never really wanted to go anyway. But staying with her parents, that was appealing. And easy, oh, so easy. She was the cherished only child of parents who'd wanted a large family; she knew they'd let her stay home as long as she wanted to.
It was just... she didn't want to. She didn't want to go to college, she didn't want to stay home. She wanted to move to New York and make it big as a dancer, and she was pretty sure that if she said that to literally anyone she knew, they'd laugh.
This time Joy pressed the glass to her forehead, to ward off a lurking headache. It wasn't that she couldn't make it; she knew she was a damned good dancer, by dint of at least fifteen years of practice if nothing else. She might not be a superstar, but she could at least feed herself. And it would be so nice to live on her own. She loved her parents, but she was ready to get out there.
It was just. She made a big show of not caring what anyone thought, but the fact was that she-- and probably every other person in the world-- did care, quite a bit, at least for the opinions of some. It wouldn't kill her, but it would really hurt to see doubt in her parents' eyes.
But then again, her parents always did tell her that you had to chase after what you wanted. It wasn't just going to come.
Joy drank half her lemonade, and leaned back in the chair, the porch creaking under her weight. She didn't have to decide now, though she knew she already had. For now, she could just enjoy the summer.
And in the fall...
New York.