settle, precious, do you have the slightest clue?

[Sophia Rowan Sokolov]

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well you done done me and you bet i felt it
( i tried to be chill but your so hot that i m e l t e d )
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Sophie hesitated, then pulled on the dogs leash. This animal was dumb. Not like the wild animals you could catch in ponds, or sliding through the undergrowth. The dog had had it's instincts trained out of it, which Sophie supposed was the whole point, but still. It was sad that humans could just leave an animal be. They called dogs man's best friend, but dogs had no choice. If they didn't buddy up and play like they loved you, they'd get kicked out to the streets, and a pomeranian couldn't really survive in frozen New Hampshire all by himself, could he? No, of course not. Dogs truly had no choice. They were turned from wolves out of a human's fear, or out of their greed. Either one was bad enough in Sophie's opinion. You should never fear nature, for that's where all people were from, even if they were too posh to remember it, and there was nothing to fear out there, too. If humans came out from behind their computer screens and put down their television remotes for just a moment, they would see that, and Sophie's job would be a lot easier. But really. She was a bit annoyed with her brother for adopting dogs and then just not caring. And now, Sophie was the one walking the black lab. Sophie was the one who apparently cared for anything worth caring for, unlike CJ, whose mind was set on the Xbox and nothing else. It was ridiculous. Why play video games about stealing cars if nothing even happened? You played the game for hours, and then what? Nothing. Sophie was all for secret worlds and imagination, but unless it was fueled to something productive, then it was just plain ridiculous.

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S ophie snorted. That was ridiculous. No one listened to hippies. No one listened to anyone who didn't want progress at any expense. Not Sophie. Sophie wanted to fix the mistake of the generations. She gazed around herself, staring at the trees and people in the park, petting their dogs, or just by themselves. With a roll of her eyes, Sophie tugged CJ's dog away from the bush he had been smelling. This shouldn't have been her job, to walk her brother's dog, but of course her family had always favoured her brother. She knew that secretly, her father had always wanted a boy. And there she was. Stuck in the middle. She wasn't the nose-pierced, rock punk that her sister was, or the endearing little soiled brat that would only be her brother. Nope. Nothing like that. Sophie was the girl with no fear, who could take care of herself. And when something was fine by itself, why would anyone mess with it? Glowering in self-annoyance, Sophie buried her chin in her orange scarf and pulled her green army jacket closer to her body. It was freezing for January and the ice was terrible, threatening to send her slipping across it, or breaking her neck. Or something. [/font]

"F uck," she mumbled when she saw the dog's tail start to wag and the squirrel dart across her path, pulling her from her thoughts and self-reflecting. This was stupid. In about a second, the dog was going to dart forward, dragging Sophie with him, who couldn't let go, for fear of losing it, or stop it. As if on cue, the dog's muscles coiled and it sprang forward, an unstoppable force. Its paws scrabbled on the ice for a few moments before it's claws met something to push off of, and they were moving, Sophie running after the dog and hoping to God -- if there was one -- that she wouldn't slip and make a complete fool of herself. [/font]

F inally, the dog stopped and Sophie, annoyed, pulled on it's collar. "C'mon," she growled. "I'm tired. We're sitting down." She led the dog over to a bench and tied it up to it, not exactly pleased with it, but unable to get mad at the animal. She was tired, she was cold, and her cheeks and nose were red and stinging from the wind and bitter frost on the air. Panting heavily, Sophie rested her head on her hand, knowing she'd be sweating if it wasn't only a few mere degrees outside. She wasn't much for running, which was ridiculous considering she was a swimmer, and swimmers needed the stamina that running created. But Sophie just didn't run. Hence, why she was completely winded after a short run in the park. Maybe considering running just for training wasn't such a bad idea after all.[/font][/blockquote]

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i fell right through the cracks
( now i'm trying to get b a c k )
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words ~ 837
tagged ~ indiana
lyrics~ i'm yours; jason mraz
comments ~ not my best. it's late. i'm going to bed.
listening to ~ nothingg
credits ~ nammerz of CAUTION 2.0