Zhai
I don't want your lemons, Life! Take them back!
Oh no! Mia's hair was still tightly wound into a ponytail, and a rapid shiver ran the length of her spine thinking that if Carl hadn't touched her hair, that Mother would have probably burst a blood vessel if she saw it.
"I know what you mean, but...I guess I'll have to wait for the day." The ponytail was undone, Mia's hair falling onto her back but where the band was, her hair had waved from it. She combed her fingers through the length, trying to smooth out the waves and make her hair look similar to when she left.
When Mia stepped into the foyer, she was still adjusting her hair when Mrs. Greene shuffled from the back of the house, passing the stairwell and already reaching to take their packs. Mia dismissed the housekeeper's advances, instead pulling the small woman in for a brief embrace, "Mrs. Greene, you've really got to stop trying to do my homework! You don't want these problems." Mia smiled and the old woman laughed, patting Mia on her arm and moving towards Carl.
The conversation outside, how Carl reacted, left her feeling like she'd maybe killed a portion of the night unintentionally. Leaving Carl in the foyer, Mia circled the house, kissing her Father's temple from behind as he sat at his desk, drumming away on his computer. He barely reacted, completely engrossed in his document, but mechanically asked how school was. Mia didn't respond, because her Father wouldn't hear it, and chose to retire to her room.
"I know what you mean, but...I guess I'll have to wait for the day." The ponytail was undone, Mia's hair falling onto her back but where the band was, her hair had waved from it. She combed her fingers through the length, trying to smooth out the waves and make her hair look similar to when she left.
When Mia stepped into the foyer, she was still adjusting her hair when Mrs. Greene shuffled from the back of the house, passing the stairwell and already reaching to take their packs. Mia dismissed the housekeeper's advances, instead pulling the small woman in for a brief embrace, "Mrs. Greene, you've really got to stop trying to do my homework! You don't want these problems." Mia smiled and the old woman laughed, patting Mia on her arm and moving towards Carl.
The conversation outside, how Carl reacted, left her feeling like she'd maybe killed a portion of the night unintentionally. Leaving Carl in the foyer, Mia circled the house, kissing her Father's temple from behind as he sat at his desk, drumming away on his computer. He barely reacted, completely engrossed in his document, but mechanically asked how school was. Mia didn't respond, because her Father wouldn't hear it, and chose to retire to her room.