Post by autumn lorelei vervain on Nov 5, 2012 15:47:13 GMT -5
WE DON’T REBEL TO SELL& IT JUST SUITS US WELL ,
& we’re the b r i g h t young things
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---------------------------------------------------------------------Autumn had been given a trial run at the local head start as part of her AP Psychology and Child Development course. She had spent the last ten minutes reading a story to the little kids and had begun prepping them for snack time, which seemed to be the only time she got to sit down and have a break. She looked over at the group who watched the teacher with excited eyes and spotted one girl watching her. The little girl, no older than three, came bounding over with her thumb stuck in her mouth and grinned at Autumn. Then she made grabbing motions at Autumn and bounced up and down, wanting to be picked up. With one quick motion, Autumn picked up the wee one and held her on her hip as she walked over to the rest of the group. The teacher Mrs. Chastain, smiled at her and looked at the little girl.
”Seems you’re very popular with the little ones, Miss Autumn!” The teacher laughed. As if on cue, two more little girls came and hugged onto her waist. She was a hit with the kids indeed. All of them seemed to absolutely adore ‘Miss Autumn’ and her quirky sense of style. Today was no different and her theme of Cheshire Cat had been captured perfectly. She set the girl she was holding down as she smoothed out her black skirt that hung just past her knees over a pair of pink and purple striped leggings. Her sweatshirt was pink and had a white cat on it that went well with her cat-ear ring and her cat-ear hat. Even her white sneakers had bounding cats along the sides. She sat down at the table with the little kids and made sure everyone had juice boxes before rooting through her Cheshire Cat bag to find her lunch. She lay out a little baggy of onigiri, a peanut butter and nutella sandwhich cut into the shape of a cat face and a bottle of soda. She finished her lunch and thanked the teacher for letting her work with the little ones, and then it was time for her to leave.
She was sad she only got to work half days. And the kids were sad too, as they flocked around her to give her hugs before she left. She patted each of them on the head as the one she held earlier, a little girl named Grace, gave her a sad expression. She quickly picked up the little one and spun her around which set her off giggling. This little one was her favorite. Perhaps because she saw the signs her parents saw when she was little starting in this girl. Grace would seem to just wander off into her own little world and totally zone out of reality. She’d often point at things that weren’t there and had a far too good descriptive quality about the princesses and puppies she claimed to see. It broke Autumn’s heart since she really hoped it was just creativity and this one wasn’t going to turn out to have a hellish life like her own.
After she left she headed to the mall to pick up some more sewing supplies to make her outfit for the Thanksgiving Banquet. She liked the mall. The more noise and distractions there was, the less she noticed the monsters always creeping at the edge of her vision. The more Autumn could keep her brain focused on a task, the less likely she would be to have a full hallucination and go into a psychotic episode. She gathered up her supplies and an extra yard of material before she headed to the food court. Biting her lip she glanced around and tried to figure out what to do next. As she turned around she bumped straight into someone and her things scattered. She blurted out an apology as she grappled to grab the beads and thread rolling away. Ah, damn her clumsiness!
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