Post by Melrosie Marshal on Feb 23, 2011 19:24:04 GMT -8
A wise man once said that home is where the heart is.
Well they weren't joking when he was dubbed so intelligent.
Melrose closed her eyes and breathed in the sweet scent of the roses that lined the walkways of Oceanside. The pure and enticing aroma tickled her nose, bringing a small smile to herself. Memories of Oceanside filled her thoughts as they created a flooding hazard in her head. It was a warming sensation. Home is most definitely where the heart is. Well put, wise man. Well put.
Removing her sunglasses, Melrose inhaled again as she took in the scene of the familiar campus. The students bustling about to their activities, classes, and club meetings. There was a sort of frantic urgency among all. There was a need to get the job done. There was a fear of failing at the task at hand. It was sensational.
She bit her lower lip in approval of it all. She felt oddly stronger. Melrose wasn't so confused anymore. She was no longer the new kid on the block. She had a pretty good idea where she was standing. Both physically and metaphorically.
Sliding the black sunglasses back up her nose, Melrose grabbed her multitude of luggage and headed her way into Oceanside. But she didn't super zoom this time, rather strolled the walkway. No way was she going to miss this.
Well they weren't joking when he was dubbed so intelligent.
Melrose closed her eyes and breathed in the sweet scent of the roses that lined the walkways of Oceanside. The pure and enticing aroma tickled her nose, bringing a small smile to herself. Memories of Oceanside filled her thoughts as they created a flooding hazard in her head. It was a warming sensation. Home is most definitely where the heart is. Well put, wise man. Well put.
Removing her sunglasses, Melrose inhaled again as she took in the scene of the familiar campus. The students bustling about to their activities, classes, and club meetings. There was a sort of frantic urgency among all. There was a need to get the job done. There was a fear of failing at the task at hand. It was sensational.
She bit her lower lip in approval of it all. She felt oddly stronger. Melrose wasn't so confused anymore. She was no longer the new kid on the block. She had a pretty good idea where she was standing. Both physically and metaphorically.
Sliding the black sunglasses back up her nose, Melrose grabbed her multitude of luggage and headed her way into Oceanside. But she didn't super zoom this time, rather strolled the walkway. No way was she going to miss this.
