Post by Meghan Manning on Jun 24, 2006 11:25:28 GMT -5
The Ice Rink wasn’t the sort of place you’d want to sit and read a book at. Firstly, it was cold. Secondly, there were always hockey players around; giving whoever went there a rough time or staring them down from their masks. Especially if you were a girl - because most of the girls at LCDA were pretty, and the hockey players never missed an opportunity to whistle or hoot at a pretty girl.
But one girl was brave enough to enter the ice rink; one you wouldn’t much expect to see there, either. Meghan walked slowly to an isolated seat at the rink, her pretty brunette head buried in a book. What book, you might ask? Well, if you actually got Meghan to talk back to you, she’d tell you “The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown, thank you very much.” Yes, so it wasn’t exactly the type of book you’d expect a freshman to carry around. But then again, Meghan Manning was the type of girl who was always defying other peoples’ stereotypes; never caring once what others thought of her.
With a sigh, she floated around at her own pace, looking for a seat and reading her book at the same time. It wasn’t too hard for Meghan; she’d always been good at multi-tasking. Still, it was quite annoying to have to actually look for a seat when you were trying to engross yourself in theories about Jesus Christ - whether you believed in him or not. And to be perfectly honest, Meghan didn’t - she was a full-on atheist, simply because she found no scientific proof in God or Jesus.
And take a look into her personality, and the atheist part would make complete sense. Meghan was a girl who loved facts and knowledge; loved anything that had to do with books or science. She was a total genius, always getting the answers to anything and everything years ahead of other girls her age. In that way, she was blessed. But her brilliant mind had given way to a pretty though socially awkward girl, and Meghan had few friends. Actually, she talked to few people, to tell you the truth.
With a sigh, the pretty brunette finally reached her destination. Smiling contentedly, she plopped down onto the metal bench, shivering slightly from the cold, crisp air of the rink in front of her. Her bright green eyes set themselves deeply into the pages of her book, and it looked like Meghan had finally found somewhere she belonged.
But one girl was brave enough to enter the ice rink; one you wouldn’t much expect to see there, either. Meghan walked slowly to an isolated seat at the rink, her pretty brunette head buried in a book. What book, you might ask? Well, if you actually got Meghan to talk back to you, she’d tell you “The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown, thank you very much.” Yes, so it wasn’t exactly the type of book you’d expect a freshman to carry around. But then again, Meghan Manning was the type of girl who was always defying other peoples’ stereotypes; never caring once what others thought of her.
With a sigh, she floated around at her own pace, looking for a seat and reading her book at the same time. It wasn’t too hard for Meghan; she’d always been good at multi-tasking. Still, it was quite annoying to have to actually look for a seat when you were trying to engross yourself in theories about Jesus Christ - whether you believed in him or not. And to be perfectly honest, Meghan didn’t - she was a full-on atheist, simply because she found no scientific proof in God or Jesus.
And take a look into her personality, and the atheist part would make complete sense. Meghan was a girl who loved facts and knowledge; loved anything that had to do with books or science. She was a total genius, always getting the answers to anything and everything years ahead of other girls her age. In that way, she was blessed. But her brilliant mind had given way to a pretty though socially awkward girl, and Meghan had few friends. Actually, she talked to few people, to tell you the truth.
With a sigh, the pretty brunette finally reached her destination. Smiling contentedly, she plopped down onto the metal bench, shivering slightly from the cold, crisp air of the rink in front of her. Her bright green eyes set themselves deeply into the pages of her book, and it looked like Meghan had finally found somewhere she belonged.
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