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Memory of Trees · 03-11-2004, 02:03 PM

May Chubb

May had considered not eating lunch. She knew that if she were going to eat, she would have to eat with her family. May almost reufsed to go talk to her parents, but then thought better of it. The distinct and painful gnawing in her stomach changed her mind; after all, breakfast had been dissapointingly scant and she hadn't eaten much dinner last night.

Not that she regretted her decision - no indeed! Mayflower Chubb had wanted to make a statement, and she had. But she supposed there was no need to starve quite yet.

May approached the cart hesitantly, and her nerve almost gave out when she saw her mother and grandpa sitting in the back of the cart. Her stomach rumbled loudly, and May pressed on.

Standing there with her hand on the edge of the cart, all the resentment she had been feeling washed back over her. Her mother had been terribly unfair about the whole thing! But deep down inside, May knew she wanted to talk to her mother. They had always been close. But of course, that would be impossible.

They were both sitting there, staring at her expectantly. May kept her eyes on the ground. The heat was rising to her face, and she said quickly and quietly, "I want something to eat." She thought then added, "Please?"

She stood there by the cart and waited for her mother's reply.

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03-11-2004, 02:03 PM	#11
Memory of Trees Haunting Spirit Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Here! Over here!!! Behind that rock. Yes, that is I... Posts: 84	May Chubb May had considered not eating lunch. She knew that if she were going to eat, she would have to eat with her family. May almost reufsed to go talk to her parents, but then thought better of it. The distinct and painful gnawing in her stomach changed her mind; after all, breakfast had been dissapointingly scant and she hadn't eaten much dinner last night. Not that she regretted her decision - no indeed! Mayflower Chubb had wanted to make a statement, and she had. But she supposed there was no need to starve quite yet. May approached the cart hesitantly, and her nerve almost gave out when she saw her mother and grandpa sitting in the back of the cart. Her stomach rumbled loudly, and May pressed on. Standing there with her hand on the edge of the cart, all the resentment she had been feeling washed back over her. Her mother had been terribly unfair about the whole thing! But deep down inside, May knew she wanted to talk to her mother. They had always been close. But of course, that would be impossible. They were both sitting there, staring at her expectantly. May kept her eyes on the ground. The heat was rising to her face, and she said quickly and quietly, "I want something to eat." She thought then added, "Please?" She stood there by the cart and waited for her mother's reply.