Post by The Roberts Twins on Aug 10, 2006 18:18:46 GMT -5
Summer was sitting on her bed,going through a shoebox she kept under her bed usually,hidden from others. She was wearing a tight tank top,and low rise jeans. Both twins had these boxes,and they were filled with things that they didn't remember,but were trying to recognize. Somebody in the place they'd been in before had given them to the girls,wanting to help them rather than make them into weapons.
She picked up a photo of a man and a woman,and two girls who seemed to be around the age of 4. Summer stared at it,trying to recognize them,and suddenly her head started to hurt. She dropped the photo and got up,walking to her desk,and picked up the Ibuprofen bottle. She opened it and,rather than the recommended one or two,Summer poured 5 into her hand. She had a problem,but she wouldn't admit it,or try to fix it. She did this a lot--taking more than the recommended amount of painkillers. Sighing,she popped them into her mouth,and picked up her glass of water,taking a sip of it to get them down. Hearing a knock at the door,she jumped a little as she put the glass back down. "Come in." she said,sitting back down on her bed.
She picked up a photo of a man and a woman,and two girls who seemed to be around the age of 4. Summer stared at it,trying to recognize them,and suddenly her head started to hurt. She dropped the photo and got up,walking to her desk,and picked up the Ibuprofen bottle. She opened it and,rather than the recommended one or two,Summer poured 5 into her hand. She had a problem,but she wouldn't admit it,or try to fix it. She did this a lot--taking more than the recommended amount of painkillers. Sighing,she popped them into her mouth,and picked up her glass of water,taking a sip of it to get them down. Hearing a knock at the door,she jumped a little as she put the glass back down. "Come in." she said,sitting back down on her bed.
