Post by tate on Jun 3, 2013 17:02:10 GMT -6
it was 6:30 pm. the sun was getting ready to set. the summer air was nice and breezy.
tate holland was ready to explore the "world famous" papaver mine.
(she wasn't really sure if the mine was world famous or not, but she was pretending it was, for simplicity's sake. it made her feel important, as if she was a legit explorer.)
currently, she was only a few yards inside of the mine. her trip was barely starting, you see, and she was making sure that she had everything she would need for this endeavor. of course, this would have been easier to do outside the mine, but tate was a forgetful girl. (a trait she'd inherited from her father, who oftentimes made the silliest of mistakes due to his forgetfulness; such as throwing away silverware in the trash, forgetting to turn off the water faucet and flooding the bathroom, and so on and so forth.)
"let's see.......camera, check. flashlight.......check. cellphone........why would i need a cellphone. oh well, check, whatever."
tate looked up from the scrunched up piece of paper, and re-adjusted her grip on her lit flashlight. okay, she was all ready to go. so she did, but her trip was rudely (or, uh, suddenly,) interrupted when she bumped against a thing. and that thing was probably a person. probably, but tate couldn't hide her surprise, and she yelped like a startled little chihuahua dog; aiming her flashlight at the perpetrator.
"uh, excuse me!!! sorry about that!!"
tate holland was ready to explore the "world famous" papaver mine.
(she wasn't really sure if the mine was world famous or not, but she was pretending it was, for simplicity's sake. it made her feel important, as if she was a legit explorer.)
currently, she was only a few yards inside of the mine. her trip was barely starting, you see, and she was making sure that she had everything she would need for this endeavor. of course, this would have been easier to do outside the mine, but tate was a forgetful girl. (a trait she'd inherited from her father, who oftentimes made the silliest of mistakes due to his forgetfulness; such as throwing away silverware in the trash, forgetting to turn off the water faucet and flooding the bathroom, and so on and so forth.)
"let's see.......camera, check. flashlight.......check. cellphone........why would i need a cellphone. oh well, check, whatever."
tate looked up from the scrunched up piece of paper, and re-adjusted her grip on her lit flashlight. okay, she was all ready to go. so she did, but her trip was rudely (or, uh, suddenly,) interrupted when she bumped against a thing. and that thing was probably a person. probably, but tate couldn't hide her surprise, and she yelped like a startled little chihuahua dog; aiming her flashlight at the perpetrator.
"uh, excuse me!!! sorry about that!!"
LAIKA OF GS!