Post by claire roselle geanne on Mar 8, 2012 17:44:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #595454; background-image:url(http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/tt7/Sara_Shadow/PRIVATE/texture.jpg); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] claire roselle geanne WOKE UP LATE TODAY, AND I STILL FEEL THE STING OF THE PAIN. BUT I BRUSHED MY TEET ANYWAY, GOT DRESSED THROUGH THE MESS AND PUT A SMILE ON MY FAVE. I GOT A LITTLE BIT STRONGER. RIDING IN THE CAR TO WORK, AND I’M TRYING TO HIDE THE HURT. SO I TURNED ON THE RADIO, STUPID SONG MADE ME THINK OF YOU, I LISTED TO IT FOR A MINUTE BUT THEN I CHANGED IT. I’M GETTING A LITTLE BIT |
stronger, just
a little
bit stronger
Claire had barely opened her eyes when Kita ran towards her, jumping onto her bed, and jumping at the end, her hair pulled up sloppily, tilting to the side lightly. Her sandals were on the wrong feet. A faint smile fell on the young blonde’s face, as she sat up, her blankets falling around her waist. She rolled her eyes, before smiling warmly, signing her words with her hands, Up already? she asked, amused smile on her face as the little two year’s olds head nodded up and down quickly. Claire tugged Kita towards her, setting her down in her lap, and tugging out the pony band, before running her hands through her hair. Grabbing her brush, she ran it through her daughter’s hair, before gently pulling her hair back up, high atop her head; and holding it in place with the pony band once again, careful to keep the decorative design shown. You look beautiful, Claire declared, drawing out the motions of beautiful, fanning it out from her face to put emphasis on the words. Kita giggled, before jumping up, signing back Let’s go! Let’s go!
Claire stood slowly, smiling playfully at the child. I’m not ready yet though, She signed back, laughing warmly at her little girl. She walked towards the closet before slipping into the swimsuit she had out, sitting on her bed as she slid her skirt over the bottom. She glanced over her shoulder, as Kita flopped down behind her, using her forefinger to trace the cruel words that had been etched into her mother’s back years ago, before pulling back to let her mother slide her shirt on over the top. It didn’t take a genius, Kita already knew – her mother wouldn’t be taking off the shirt. Claire had issues with anyone seeing her scarred, carved out back. Standing, Claire ran a brush through her hair, before sliding on a necklace, and a handful of bracelets, before turning back to her daughter, and slipping the over jacket of her swimsuit into place. The amount of Tinkerbelle the child wore was enough to sell the figure to any child on the beach. But she did look cute. Handing her the pink sunglasses Kita had chosen weeks before, Claire turned to their bags, rolling up Kita’s favorite beach towel, and putting it in her tote bag, along with some child approved sunblock, specifically her child approved.
Rolling up a few more beach towels, she slid them into her tote bag, along with her sun block, and wallet, as well as her cell. Slipping into her sandals, she put on her sunglasses, and playfully sat Kita’s hat on her head, causing the girl to laugh and spin, before running to grab her bag, signing, Time to go now! She used only one hand, and during the now, made her hand into the why shape and slid it down, slowly, even squatting to make the now more drawn out, before jumping up and down. It had been a good few many months since the last time the two went to the beach, and Kita didn’t care what the weather was like, she was determined to get there. Claire held up one hand, and formed the universal sign for ‘one moment,’ before grabbing the latest novel she was reading, and sliding her hearing aid’s into place. Turning them on; she motioned for Kita to grab her bag again, as she slid hers over her shoulder, “Let’s go darling,” The deaf, teen mother spoke out loud, her voice showing none of her disability. Despite most deaf individuals, with her hearing aids in, Claire’s voice was strong and sure – something most people credited to the fact she still had some of her hearing with out the aids, and she’d gone two years – a large portion of the development stage, with full hearing. Either way, only with her hearing aids off would anyone know she was deaf.
Heading out, the two got onto the bus that would take them to North beach, riding it and talking quietly for the forty minutes it took to get there, as the bus pulled up to their stop, the two hurried off, hand in hand, before making their way to the beach. Setting up their area, Claire laid down her towel, as well as Kita’s, with a large beach umbrella between them for shade later on. Setting their bags down beneath the shade, she shifted to build up the warm sand, to offer her back support before she laid down, and watched Kita, who already had the purple over jacket of her swimsuit off; play in the sand, attempting to build a sand castle. Opening her book, she began to read, careful to keep one eye on the tiny little girl, who sat at her feet, as she allowed herself to relax, beginning to think that this had been a good idea after all.
[/left]Claire stood slowly, smiling playfully at the child. I’m not ready yet though, She signed back, laughing warmly at her little girl. She walked towards the closet before slipping into the swimsuit she had out, sitting on her bed as she slid her skirt over the bottom. She glanced over her shoulder, as Kita flopped down behind her, using her forefinger to trace the cruel words that had been etched into her mother’s back years ago, before pulling back to let her mother slide her shirt on over the top. It didn’t take a genius, Kita already knew – her mother wouldn’t be taking off the shirt. Claire had issues with anyone seeing her scarred, carved out back. Standing, Claire ran a brush through her hair, before sliding on a necklace, and a handful of bracelets, before turning back to her daughter, and slipping the over jacket of her swimsuit into place. The amount of Tinkerbelle the child wore was enough to sell the figure to any child on the beach. But she did look cute. Handing her the pink sunglasses Kita had chosen weeks before, Claire turned to their bags, rolling up Kita’s favorite beach towel, and putting it in her tote bag, along with some child approved sunblock, specifically her child approved.
Rolling up a few more beach towels, she slid them into her tote bag, along with her sun block, and wallet, as well as her cell. Slipping into her sandals, she put on her sunglasses, and playfully sat Kita’s hat on her head, causing the girl to laugh and spin, before running to grab her bag, signing, Time to go now! She used only one hand, and during the now, made her hand into the why shape and slid it down, slowly, even squatting to make the now more drawn out, before jumping up and down. It had been a good few many months since the last time the two went to the beach, and Kita didn’t care what the weather was like, she was determined to get there. Claire held up one hand, and formed the universal sign for ‘one moment,’ before grabbing the latest novel she was reading, and sliding her hearing aid’s into place. Turning them on; she motioned for Kita to grab her bag again, as she slid hers over her shoulder, “Let’s go darling,” The deaf, teen mother spoke out loud, her voice showing none of her disability. Despite most deaf individuals, with her hearing aids in, Claire’s voice was strong and sure – something most people credited to the fact she still had some of her hearing with out the aids, and she’d gone two years – a large portion of the development stage, with full hearing. Either way, only with her hearing aids off would anyone know she was deaf.
Heading out, the two got onto the bus that would take them to North beach, riding it and talking quietly for the forty minutes it took to get there, as the bus pulled up to their stop, the two hurried off, hand in hand, before making their way to the beach. Setting up their area, Claire laid down her towel, as well as Kita’s, with a large beach umbrella between them for shade later on. Setting their bags down beneath the shade, she shifted to build up the warm sand, to offer her back support before she laid down, and watched Kita, who already had the purple over jacket of her swimsuit off; play in the sand, attempting to build a sand castle. Opening her book, she began to read, careful to keep one eye on the tiny little girl, who sat at her feet, as she allowed herself to relax, beginning to think that this had been a good idea after all.
818, Abigail, CLAIRE|KITA, hope this will work
A LITTLE BIT STRONGER by SARA EVANS
made by ANYA of caution 2.0
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made by ANYA of caution 2.0
