Post by .EVERTON ELIZABETH BRETT* on Jul 15, 2010 10:33:44 GMT -5
Have you ever had that feeling that something bad was going to happen?? Even more so, have you ever had that feeling and worried so much about it that you made that bad thing happen or at least believed you did? Well that was something Everton Brett did FAR too often. She was trying not too but old habits die hard right? Evie had been havinto g these dreams recently that just didn't make sense. She tried to put the pieces together but it just wasn't making any sense. The only thing she could sense was that everything was going to end badly. She had been told briefly about prophetic dreams briefly when she used to train at the council but she never truely heard much about it so she started to worry more. She needed to know more about what she was dealing with but she couldn't turn to the council. Not after everything. She refused.
After almost a week of not sleeping, Evie's days started to feel harder and harder as each one went past, not that it felt like days, everything was just starting to fade together. Evie had tried to keep busy but it wasn't happening for her. That day however, her little sister was taken off her hand's for the evening by her father's girlfriend, or well ex girlfriend, she didn't know how to say it. Whatever way it worked, Lynette had Reah and Evie had time to herself so she used it in a fashion most true to her. She headed to a library. It was no where near as good at the library at the council for occult books but Evie was actually amazed at the sheer amount in the public library. Evie had spent a good couple of hours flicking through book and jotting down notes as well as any books that were mentioned as she read through. In the end she settled for a few books that seemed like they'd be the most helpful and went and booked them out.
Walking down the road, Evie hugged her books to her chest and looked down at the floor, pushing through the crowds of people that seemed to be on the street. Evie was never one for paying attention when she walked. In fact she was really quite bad at it. She would get lost in her own thoughts and just proceed to walk on. She was glad she'd worn flat shoes today, for some reason she was walking the longest way she possibly could. She liked walking, just some of the heels she owned, god did they kill her feet. Sometimes she thought she'd be better off going back to being a tomboy. It'd make life a lot easier, or at least her feet much happier. She was completely lost in that thought as she continued heading on her way home.
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