Addison dropped into a chair at the cafe, relaxing into it as she sighed and stretched her limbs. Her eyes, every few seconds, would flicker to a house at the very end of the street - barely visible from where she sat. It was a rather nice house, with trimmed hedges out front and an impeccable tiled pathway leading up to the mahogany front door. The doorbell was one of those fancy ones, the kind which made an annoying droning noise that dug into one's brain. The interior was decorated with Persian rugs and wooden tables. It was a dead house. Ironically, it was Addison's house.
And she sat there, contemplating whether or not it would be a deadly mistake to take her money now and leave this godforsaken country before her parents came back from their impromptu "holiday". The thought terrified her but it also opened up a sea of possibilities - the kind which made Addison feel a little light-headed. It had never, not once in her life, occurred to her that her entire life was a bit of a cliche - that she was one of those rich girls, sick of their lives and wanting to enjoy the wild side of things. Until now, as she sat listing down the pros and cons of her predicament.
The coffee that she'd ordered before sitting down was brought to her by a smiling waitress. Addison managed to smile back before picking up the polystyrene cup and sipping from it.
Merlin, she was sad. She was the kind of girl who people wrote stories about - the kind which got run over by a bus and was forgotten within days, seconds even. Or the one who got murdered. The thought made Addison snort into her coffee and she had to set it down, hurriedly wiping her mouth as she laughed to herself. Well, at least she still had her sense of humor - regardless of how demented it was.
Addison sighed slowly, thanked Merlin that she'd had enough sense to convert her galleons into pounds before leaving Diagon Alley and dropped the money onto the table before standing up and making her way out of the cafe. She paused at the pavement, glanced at her house and then resolutely made her way away from it. Her steps were assured as she made her way down the street and then turned sharply to the right. What stretched out in front of her was a park. It was the park that Addison had dreamed that she could play in when she'd been a kid but at that time, her brother had been long gone and her parents were ruthless.
Addison's jaw tightened as she practically slammed open the silly little metal gate and made her way into the park. There was an odd sense of awe rising up in her chest but accompanying it was a distinct sense of rage. She wanted to blow apart the whole damn place, and her parents too. She wanted to destroy everything she'd never gotten the chance to have because of her damn parents. An odd impulse perhaps but standing there, at that moment, it made perfect sense.
Addison exhaled sharply and forced herself to stop. She slowly sipped her coffee, letting the warmth spread through her until the cup was empty. She was left feeling incredibly hot - it was noon, after all and it was stupid to drink coffee in this weather. Addison exhaled slowly and then made her way towards the swings, plopping into one as she let her bag drop to the ground.
by Addison McKinley Fri Jul 22, 2011 8:19 pm