Post by Rosario Reyna Guzmán on Sept 11, 2007 21:33:36 GMT -5
As the two p.m. matinee let out, Rosario was one of the first to stream out of the theater, hands shoved deep in her front pockets. She was supposed to have taken her brother Jaime to see The Bourne Ultimatum, but he had made friends with some neighborhood kids and thought it would be cooler to hang out with them than go to the movies with his "lame older sister." Whatever; she had gone by herself, anyway. She didn't care about going alone. As she had said to him, more popcorn for her.
Speaking of popcorn, she still had a quarter of a small bag left, so she munched on it as she strode out of the cinema, squinting her eyes against the bright day's light. Her dark brown hair was straightened, the long locks pulled back in a simple ponytail, nothing unusual. She thought about the walk back to her house, her messy, box-filled house, and decided against it, for now. The day was bright and warm; it wouldn't be bad at all to stay out for an hour or two. Her mother would expect her home soon, might worry, but wouldn't call. Rio knew how her mother's mind worked by now. Her mother Jacqui wouldn't call for hours, not until she had worked herself up into a state of panic. Rosario would be home long before her mother got to that stage. So things would be fine.
She paused by a trashcan to finish her bag, crumpled it in one hand, and tossed it in. She brushed her buttery fingers against her jeans, wishing she had hand sanitizer. She debated going back inside to find the bathroom so she could wash her hands. What the hell, she decided, and slipped back in, gaze lifted to scan the small building for the familiar girl's bathroom symbol.
[ehh sorry its not as good as it could be]
Speaking of popcorn, she still had a quarter of a small bag left, so she munched on it as she strode out of the cinema, squinting her eyes against the bright day's light. Her dark brown hair was straightened, the long locks pulled back in a simple ponytail, nothing unusual. She thought about the walk back to her house, her messy, box-filled house, and decided against it, for now. The day was bright and warm; it wouldn't be bad at all to stay out for an hour or two. Her mother would expect her home soon, might worry, but wouldn't call. Rio knew how her mother's mind worked by now. Her mother Jacqui wouldn't call for hours, not until she had worked herself up into a state of panic. Rosario would be home long before her mother got to that stage. So things would be fine.
She paused by a trashcan to finish her bag, crumpled it in one hand, and tossed it in. She brushed her buttery fingers against her jeans, wishing she had hand sanitizer. She debated going back inside to find the bathroom so she could wash her hands. What the hell, she decided, and slipped back in, gaze lifted to scan the small building for the familiar girl's bathroom symbol.
[ehh sorry its not as good as it could be]
