life on standby (nikolai pemberton)

[Holly-Lynn Moore]

Holly-Lynn loved the park, she loved any park, actually. It wasn't like she was exactly an outdoor kind of girl, she wouldn't go hiking or anything like that, there was just something about parks she liked. It might have been that they were always so full of people, which was something she liked no matter where she went. She was all about meeting new people, talking to those new people, growing bored of them, leaving them, and possibly never seeing them again. Either that, or she'll grow a liking to them and pretty much stalk them for the rest of her life.

On this particular day she was sitting on a park bench, or to be more exact, standing. She was wearing a pair of dark denim shorts, with a rip on the knee, all topped off with a black and gray striped sweater. Her small jacket, which she brought, lay on the ground near the park bench, she never really felt much need for jackets. She wasn't really doing much up there, just standing and looking around, humming loudly to herself. Some looking at her might htink she had some serious mental issues, but she was really just looking for someone to talk to...in other words, to annoy with her endless chatter.

The tune she was humming was We All Live In A Yellow Submarine, by The Beatles. One of her favorite songs, she quickly wished she had brought her iPod, as she was craving music suddenly. She jumped down off the bench and sighed, sitting right on the ground, already bored of her game, and ignoring the odd looks that surrounded her, she just sat.