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[For Buffy]
Mar. 6th, 2018 08:18 pmI don't know why I don't come to the mall more often. I love shopping, I always have. It's not even about coming home with something in a bag. Sometimes I just look and wind my way through the aisles without real purpose.
Of course, it might be the amount of people who tend to hang around such places. Especially after school, it seems like there's nowhere that teenagers would rather be and they're as purposeless as me in the presence, sitting on benches and laughing more at their phones than at each other.
It's a little overwhelming, even seeing people have fun. Though I've been in Darrow close to a year now I still find myself caught off guard by crowds, longing for the silence and space that came with being all-but-alone on the Avalon. I'd never really want to go back but there are still days that are harder than others when it comes to adjusting to Darrow's population.
I find my way into a bookstore at first just for the quiet but then I spend more than a half hour perusing the shelves, reading poetry, and wondering whether my name will ever be on the cover of a book in this city or if my legacy ended when I wound up in the strange saviour of a place.
Of course, it might be the amount of people who tend to hang around such places. Especially after school, it seems like there's nowhere that teenagers would rather be and they're as purposeless as me in the presence, sitting on benches and laughing more at their phones than at each other.
It's a little overwhelming, even seeing people have fun. Though I've been in Darrow close to a year now I still find myself caught off guard by crowds, longing for the silence and space that came with being all-but-alone on the Avalon. I'd never really want to go back but there are still days that are harder than others when it comes to adjusting to Darrow's population.
I find my way into a bookstore at first just for the quiet but then I spend more than a half hour perusing the shelves, reading poetry, and wondering whether my name will ever be on the cover of a book in this city or if my legacy ended when I wound up in the strange saviour of a place.
