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Afternoon Snack; Open to all
Topic Started: May 13 2008, 01:26 AM (182 Views)
Megan Gwynn
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Time of day: Roughly 1 in the afternoon
Place in the time-line Early April

It was a nice day. Alright, that was a bit of an understatement. The day way wonderful. Though the morning was a bit on the cool side, by the early hours of afternoon it was warm enough to wear just a short sleeved t-shirt. In some far away section of the sky white billowing clouds could be seen. No doubt that meant a standard spring storm was due within the next few days. But by now the Academy students were probably accustom to spring rain storms. Some might consider it a drag to be stuck within the academy walls during such downpours. However, the constant supply of water had its positive affects on the Academy grounds. Every green object seemed to glow with a new, and very fresh, energy. All around new plants were thriving. And, if it was possible, the air itself seemed to be extra refreshing.

At least that was how Megan Gwynn viewed her environment. Then again she was known for her positive exaggerations. Was she in the wrong for enjoying the current weather more than most of her fellow classmates? Don’t be ridiculous. Megan was so fond of the weather on this particularly sunny day that she had decided to take her practices outside. On previous days she had simply snatched her small Zune device and strolled down to the gym to work. But she would have to be a fool to stay inside and practice on this day. There was a downside, however, to wanting to ‘get down to business’ in the outside air. Megan would have to get up early. Though she was far from having stage fright, Megan still rather not practice in front of watching eyes. It usually led to numerous distractions. Practicing in the morning would ensure that no other students would be prowling about her space. If there was one thing Megan hated more than swimming it was waking up early. But her occupation required it and everyone had to make sacrifices for their passion.

Dance practice took up a good three hours of Megan’s morning. She made excellent progress developing a new routine she had day-dreamed about several days ago. After she decided to ‘hang up her towel’ for the day, Megan couldn’t help but be tempted by more sleep. She was a girl who could nap any time of the day or night. Shrugging her shoulders she decided to give in to the temptation. Her nap lasted for a very refreshing two hours. To her great satisfaction no one bothered her as she dreamed. Either everyone was still sleeping or they didn’t care to pay much attention to a small figure lying in the tall grass. Megan’s first action as she left the comforting realm of sleep was to rub her stomach. She was hungry.

* * * * *

With a gentle smile Megan gazed out across the patio. Everything was so green! Between her long fingers rested a half empty cup of strawberry ice-cream. A sugary and fattening breakfast like usual. Luckily for Megan she had the metabolism of a humming bird. Her thin body type was very apparent given her current wardrobe. Instead of returning to her dorm room after dance practice she had come straight to the kitchen and then the patio. Her shirt was a tight white tank top with a small red symbol above the left chest. Her dance shorts had actually been purchased at a concert. They were orange booty-shorts with white edging and a band’s name sewed in cursive letters toward the bottom. The white draw strings were hanging loose and untied. Covering the bottom of her legs was a pair of loose light-purple leg warmers. Her light pink dance slippers were resting a few inches away from her feet. To keep it dry and out of her face, Megan had pulled her black hair back into a messy pony tail. Her afternoon nap had only made it messier, though it still looked surprisingly good. A few strands of pink hair could be seen within the black mess. This morning Megan wore no make up though she didn’t exactly need it to look decent like some girls. Another notable feature came not in the form of clothing but rather what was attached to Megan’s back: a pair of multi coloured wings with black, and somewhat frayed, edges.

Megan shoved another spoonful of ice cream into her open mouth. She was surprised how relaxed she felt this morning. Tensions were rising in everyone around her as of late. Though Megan didn’t bother much with the news or media, she had figured out the source of the strained feelings. Apparently the world was growing angrier toward the mutant race day by day. She had overheard other students speaking about such things. She had heard about a gang attack on a pair of mutants, about anti-mutant rallies, and other acts of aggression. What had sparked these demonstrations of hate was a mystery to the young seventeen year old mutant. Why did the two types of people have to feel so much animosity toward each other? Peaceful cooperation could exist…Megan was certain of it. It wasn’t fair that she was stuck in this Academy. The second she walked in the streets of New York she would probably be beaten up because of her obvious mutation. That just wasn’t right! Whatever happened to freedom?

Slowly she closed her black eyes. Getting worked up over the matter wasn’t going to change anything. She was nothing more than a teenager. As she opened her eyelids Megan blew out a slow stream of air. The Academy provided a safe environment for her. So she should be enjoying the beautiful spring day instead of getting agitated. To help lift her spirits, Megan stuck another spoon full of her melting treat into her trap. Surprisingly, it worked. A small grin even appeared on her thin face. Slowly her eyes darted around to the other students sitting on the patio. She was probably one hell of a strange sight. Dressed in a miss-mash of strange clothing with her hair all sorts of messy and eating a huge bowl of ice cream for breakfast. The thought only made her smile bigger.
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