Boring Life is Anything but Boring, Scientists Say

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Just a little story I wrote for English class. We got a shoe and had to write the person behind it. Some of you may recognize Adrienne from some other writings by moi.

Submitted: November 05, 2014

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It is nine o’clock in the morning in Quebec City and Adrienne Marie DeClaire, owner of La Lune gallery gets up to start her day. She wears the same shoes every day, they are deep pink merrell ballet flats with teardrop cutouts on the toes. Though it does not matter much if she wears shoes or not, she lives right above the gallery in a small apartment with her cat, Legolas. Legolas is a cream cat with very blue eyes. Adrienne named the cat after the character in her favorite movie trilogy, Lord Of The Rings.

Adrienne goes downstairs to the shop, unlocking the door and flipping the sign to “open”. She goes back to a table in the back and picks up her favorite book “The Hobbit” by J.R.R Tolkien. While she waits for the occasional customer to come in she reads her book time and time again. Today it is her twenty-fourth time reading it, the same number of times as she is old. Sometimes in the quiet hours of the morning when no one is up to wander the cobbled back streets she paints new ideas for things to sell in her shop, during lunch hour she will watch something on television, most likely the news. For lunch today, she has decided to treat herself by going down the street and buying her favorite food, a crepe, from a man who makes them in a little narrow shop labeled “Le Souris et Le Chat” or “The Mouse and The Cat”. She will walk back to her shop and sit back down in the back behind her desk. Usually she will go out with her girlfriend Maya, but tonight they are just going to stay home, Adrienne likes it when they stay home. She hates being noticed, though she is not. Nobody cares about when she ran a marathon, nobody even cares that she did, so she stays the shy person in the corner of the party.

Today it is cool out, but if it were hot she would pull her long dark hair into a low ponytail, close her grey eyes, and go to sleep. When the shop closes she will go to the door and lock it, standing on her tip toes. She hates being short. In general she is insecure about her appearance, in general she is insecure about everything. But her intellect is supreme, numbers, languages, and facts float by in her head all day until she goes to sleep, usually late out of habit. This is a habit she wants, not needs, to break. At four o’clock in the morning she will fall asleep, dreaming of mice chasing cream colored cats, pink shoes on worn stairs, all watched over by a pale moon living over an art shop.


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