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[and time is frozen]
Jun. 18th, 2015 06:52 amThe panic sets in not long after she wakes up.
Clarke had laid in bed for a half an hour, hoping that she'd fall back to sleep and wake up again to realize that this had just been a very weird dream. Instead it sticks around, only serving the purpose of wasting what little precious free time she has before work and her drawing class. Not to mention she's starving and laying in bed, as tempting as it is, isn't going to help with that.
Figuring out what to wear had been a dilemma. Pretty much all of her clothes are way too big for her now, so she settles for a tee shirt dress that had been more of a long tunic on her normally. It swamps her and she keeps fidgeting with it to keep it from falling off her shoulders. Combing her hair, she stares at herself in the mirror trying to grapple with the reality of the situation. If memory serves, she can't be older than seven or eight.
Thank god she still has all of her teeth. She'd lost her front when she was seven and sure these front teeth seem to still be growing it, at least they're there.
What she needs now is help and as much as she doesn't want to deal with it, she knows her best choice in this situation: Bellamy. She's tried to lay low after her inadvertently declaration and seeing so soon seems like a blow to her dignity and her heart. But there's nothing else to do.
Making her way down to his apartment, she knocks on the door with as much force as she can. It's nothing compared to normal, most of her strength has left her along with a decade of her life.
"Bellamy? Bellamy open up. It's an emergency."
Clarke had laid in bed for a half an hour, hoping that she'd fall back to sleep and wake up again to realize that this had just been a very weird dream. Instead it sticks around, only serving the purpose of wasting what little precious free time she has before work and her drawing class. Not to mention she's starving and laying in bed, as tempting as it is, isn't going to help with that.
Figuring out what to wear had been a dilemma. Pretty much all of her clothes are way too big for her now, so she settles for a tee shirt dress that had been more of a long tunic on her normally. It swamps her and she keeps fidgeting with it to keep it from falling off her shoulders. Combing her hair, she stares at herself in the mirror trying to grapple with the reality of the situation. If memory serves, she can't be older than seven or eight.
Thank god she still has all of her teeth. She'd lost her front when she was seven and sure these front teeth seem to still be growing it, at least they're there.
What she needs now is help and as much as she doesn't want to deal with it, she knows her best choice in this situation: Bellamy. She's tried to lay low after her inadvertently declaration and seeing so soon seems like a blow to her dignity and her heart. But there's nothing else to do.
Making her way down to his apartment, she knocks on the door with as much force as she can. It's nothing compared to normal, most of her strength has left her along with a decade of her life.
"Bellamy? Bellamy open up. It's an emergency."
