on the way home Sasha remembered to grab her umbrella, she was a stickler for remembering things, Sasha remembered a time that it had rained so hard that her car had literally sagged in the distance, and so today she remembered, she bushed her rough black hair to the side, she would do would do for a hair cut, she thought, she liked sticking out from the other teachers when it came to her looks, and when it came to her petitieness, she made sure that her fashion sense was unique and she observed in fanatically on all the latest fashion sows and magazines when she had times, she would look over them ones scattered on both of the coffee tables at home, her sister would bring them home from the hospital and t would be entralled picking up the latest one and being ecstatic about just what she could do ,
she remembers a time that she went so overboard with it all that and period of frenzy and ill consideration that she had had actually for a week there during college walked out of her house, where a cotton white dress, with noodle straps, and she converses and grey hoody, and a big shoulder handbag gray with sequins, and she had walked out into the 40 degree with windy chill below zero without any underwear, in a hurry to get to the college "I don't care, its free, that way, she had told her best friend, it needs wind" she said and with that she would run to her car, and jump in...
Taking the files and her brown satchel she ran to the car in big exaggerated leaps, she was running and made it to the car slamming into it in her rush attempts, she open the door and crawled in her breathing still elongated and stagnant. she sort of sat there for a moment, and than raced home, a it were 10 miles away through the suburb's and the rest of the grassy patchwork of what resembled this place, she walked straight into the home, and their stood her neice standing in front of their in the font of the house, tsering sort of looked at her, no comprehending the girls face and her words as the rain made her into a soggy damp mess, but when she finally pulled herself together, she pulled her neive over and raised her above her head in an
airplane attempt, and ran up the stars with her, seemingly ready to throw her on the leather coach, there was a great quality to her home n after a rain, the multi colored prayer flag sagged and twirled there was thoughts that brought her alive with wakefulness, she sat there with her niece and nephew and flipped on the telly, the bachelorette, ah fine, and she looked on, while her mother and father hustled and bustled around her preparing for dinner, and making a loud clangor in the home, there was a serendipity feeling in the home, and Sasha, would return to and recoil in her pink walled room when the time was right, but for now, she sat there, thinking..