Ramen Rainbow
{ α м м о и } // joитα ♥♥♥_________
vivid beholder of ◦ ωιиsoмε εpιpнαnιεs ◦
vivid beholder of ◦ ωιиsoмε εpιpнαnιεs ◦
"How did your surgery go?"
It was a pivotal event; a milestone that was both precious and painful. And such a close relative dared to call several days after the procedure. A voice, chalky and thick, ran like smooth water in a small rivulet through the phone's speaker. "You're not going to tell me? Do you have any scars? Anything?" The girl stood strongly like an oak in a strong breeze. "The wound is still fresh. But I'd prefer if you didn't call me at school, Luca. Especially since I've been absent for so long." Unlike her blood brother, her accent was viscous and faint; not necessarily pungent but there was definitely a sting of it in her viper's voice. There was a large gap of silence before Luca, the young man on the giving end of the phone sighed. He muttered his inaudible goodbyes then ended the conversation. Ammon however seemed very content. She no longer had to listen to the 'innocent' lull of her brother's unaccented voice. She enjoyed hers being seasoned! After her brother's scorns she grew accustomed to it. In fact, she was showing such pride that she beginning to think that her brother was getting jealous that he didn't have his.
Moments passed, and she stood unnerved, waiting for something to spring out at her or bellow her name. But nothing happened. She crossed her arms over her large chest then inhaled deeply, swallowing a breath of stingy air, then exhaled to expel it. Her father said that maybe it would be best to brave school this afternoon if she was feeling up to it--even if her surgery was long and painful, readjusting to life outside of the school ( and World of Warcraft ) would be good for her attitude. Not that she had a bad one, but it definitely wasn't classified as a good one either. She watched a few students pass, one of them shooting an unfamiliar glare at her. She cocked a curved brow, then began forward, stuffing her hands into her pockets. Or more so.. shoving them. Her jeans were tight so it was exactly easy for her to fit her hands in. But once she did, they rummaged about, and grasped a cherry sucker ( which was actually from the previous day--her little brother brought one up to her room for her since she wasn't feeling too well ) and a few left-over Starbursts from a game of blackjack.
Ammon wasn't quite sure whether today would be fruitful or fruitless. This afternoon, as far as she was concerned, wouldn't bare too many obstacles. She was worried that dance would be a problem. As the word materialized in her head, her cheeks grew ardent and her footfalls louder. The prom was soon. Too soon. And she didn't have a date. Not that it mattered to the proud lioness, but dreaming was nice. She'd just go by herself to cause some mischief, maybe. Ammon wasn't the killjoy type, but she sure as hell knew to party when she needed to.
So what time was it anyways?
All the groups and cliques in the school seemed to be concentrated around now. And the tank was on empty, which probably meant that she was supposed to fill 'er up. Her first thought was the cafeteria--as she walked, she dug in her bag, looking for her wallet. She dug up her debit card but not any bills. American money was so confusing. She continued to mull over thoughts while she dug for some bills. By the time she found them ( at the bottom of her bag, no doubt ) she had already arrived in the cafeteria. Now how the hell did that happen? She had an awful sense of direction, and this school was still so new; everything was vivid and popped out at her. But, she was an artist and could appreciate it. The cafeteria, from what she deducted, was busy, but students seemed to be departing for classed that would start soon. That didn't leave Miss Piggy much time to devour what she could. Maybe something to tie her over until she got home and managed to grab what little of her dad's left over lasagna that was left, if Luca or Zeke didn't eat it yet. The thought of food tempted her more. She kept her eyes in place, positioned herself in the small line-up of last minute eat-and-runners and thought of what to get.
She only ended up purchasing a bottle of orange juice ( doctor said that vitamins would be best, especially vitamin c ) and a massive oatmeal cookie. Milk was her preference but she needed some energy for whatever of the afternoon she had left. She didn't know if anyone knew her--and couldn't quite remember if she knew anyone. She didn't plan on being social but someone always threw a monkey wrench in her devious ploys. She sighed, then took a massive bite from the cookie and unscrewed the cap off the bottle.
The food wasn't too filling. Usually, that lead to her being irate.
