Ignore the sun, the cover's over my head, [closed]

[Emma Lynn]

Emma dragged her feet over to the side of the pool. She didn't feel like getting in, despite the blazing heat. Instead she just thrusted her feet into the water, while she sat on the side. In the process she got her face all wet, from the splash.

She looked around for the first time since she went outside. There were hardly any clouds in the sky, birds were chirping, the grass looked greener than any green she's ever seen, and she hated it. She hated being locked up in a place like this. She was going to get soon, she would make sure of it.

As she gently splashed her feet in the water she heard a crunch, as if grass was being stepped on. Looking behind her, while keeping her feet in the water, she noticed someone coming closer.

[` jimmy ahern]

Jimmy dug around in his jean pocket for a spare cancer stick, after a few seconds of searching, he found one and attempted to smile as much as clinical depression would allow. Lighting the smoke and taking a drag, he decided to make his way over to the pool. It wasn't as if he particularly liked the idea of getting in the water, but the idea appealed to him. He could at least dip his feet in, if all else failed, after all, the sun was beating down on him and Jimmy wearing black never was the greatest idea in the world.

Eventually, Jimmy found himself at the water edge, just staring at how the water rippled as it grazed the sides of the pool. Shaking his head, he noticed there was a girl there sitting at the water's edge, dipping her feet into the cool water. Feeling as though he should make a good example of himself, Jimmy walked over. "Um. Hi?" Usually, he would have walked off in the other direction and sat down, cross legged, staring at the girl. But as he took another drag on his cancer stick, he decided he was sick of being depressed. It never got him anywhere, did it?

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[Emma Lynn]

Emma was enjoying the peace, despite the awkward feeling of someone standing near her. She crossed her legs, turned around and stared straight at the boy who had just spoken to her. Squinting in the sunlight she glanced over his face and hands, noticing that he was holding a cigarette. Despite still squinting for the sunlight she still had manged a small scowl.

"Yeah, hi. I notice that you're killing yourself. Would you mind not kill me too?" Emma asked. "You could at least try to blow the smoke behind you, so it goes no where near me. Thanks a ton babe". She then turned her body so she was facing straight again, dipped her feet back into the water, and laid on the grass. It wasn't very comfortable, but she was tired. Is it possible that the grass felt softer than the beds at Franklin High?

[` jimmy ahern]

Jimmy patiently waited for the girl to answer back, but when she did, he wished he'd never opened his mouth. Her tone was sickly sweet, yet there was something else behind it. The way her face contorted as she spoke made him want to throw up his digested coffee onto her face. It wasn't like she was pretty, either, Jimmy noticed. So obviously she wasn't in the lust pile.

The thing that really got him was that she said he was killing himself. He wasn't killing himself, he was just filling his lungs with tar, hoping that he would stop breathing. Sure, that may be killing yourself, but he always pushed killing yourself aside from smoking, killing yourself was hanging yourself with success.

"Excuse me. But you can get the fuck out of my face? All I did was say 'hi' and you're biting my head off for smoking. Sorry, darling, but most people smoke around here. And if you have a problem with it, why don't you shut up?" Jimmy was pissed off at her, any fool could tell that. But it wasn't just about her talk, it was her attitude. Didn't she know who he was? He was the sloth leader. "Oh, and no. I will not blow the smoke away from your direction. If you haven't noticed it's already windy, so that would do no good, retard."

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[Emma Lynn]

Emma sat back up and just stared, completely blown back. She contemplated on what to say or do next. Laying her options in front of her she could either fight back or just take it. All she did was ask him to keep the smoke away from her, for all he knew she could be pregnant or have some kind of lung disease.

She decided just to go with the flow. There were no witnesses out here. Smiling the brightest and best she could, without seeming fake, she replied. "Okay mister, my bad. What's your name anyway? I'm Emma". Folding her hands into her lap and crossing her legs in front of her, she waited for an answer.

[` jimmy ahern]

Jimmy couldn't believe her. The only reason he'd bit back is for an argument, but apparently, even he didn't deserve that. Raising his eyebrow, Jimmy just gave up trying to make an argument, if this girl wanted to go with the flow, then he would too.

He half listened, half got intoxicated by his long drag as the girl spoke. He heard that her name was Emma and she wanted to know his. Shrugging his shoulders, Jimmy spoke up. "Jimmy." He muttered with his cancer stick hanging out of his mouth at an odd angle. "I'm Jimmy." He spoke again, but louder this time. He wondered if he should apologise for before, but if she wasn't going to bring it up, neither would he. "So." Jimmy decided to act interested in her. "What're you in here for?" He took another drag and sat down corss legged, looking Emma straight in the eyes.

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[Emma Lynn]

Emma was glad that the little fight was as quickly over as it quickly had begun. She wasn't in the mood for yelling, she just wanted some peace and quiet, for once. Relaying the past few weeks to herself she grew distant to the actual world. Memories of her friend Ashley, the trial, seeing her siblings faces as she was sentenced. It was all too much to handle at one time.

Somehow in her space out she managed to catch the boy tell his name, and a question being asked. She turned her head to one side slightly, and thought of how to answer his question. Pulling on her pant leg she finally answered. "Well... it's confusing. The short version is that I attempted to rob someone's house, with a friend. My friend was shot and killed; I was caught and now I'm here. The end", Emma finished as she blinked. "How about you?"