Dragons

Hey! I just realised that it's already jumped to the month of March so fast and I didn't even know it! I'm sorry if I haven't been posting much recently - I haven't been writing much either, just a few snippets here and there because I'm so busy. I'm glad to say, though, that I'm adjusting perfectly well to life in my new school (SOTA, namely) and that although I don't really have much time to post or write (:O) I'll definitely do my best to make sure that I keep up to date with my writing. :)

She crouched under the dense shrubbery, trying hard not to pant. Nobody must know she was here. She looked up at the dark sky through her thick frame of long, appealing eyelashes and immediately, her shoulders curled inwards defensively. A bright white light pulsed across the night, forming the immensely complex shape of a... dragon. A shiver rippled through her thin body and she wrapped her wiry arms around her quivering frame, rocking back and forth. What a sight! She’d known immediately what it meant – and what she knew definitely wasn’t good. Suddenly, the sky flashed with specks of gold, this time shimmering and shiny, and instead of seeping across the dark clouds like it had the first time, it started to come together. To create one entity – not a dragon, but a serpent. On an impulsive reaction, she jumped up and started running down the street, not knowing what she intended to do, but understanding that she needed to do something! Her shoes slapped the concrete beneath her feet and her soles hurt from all the running, but on she ran, the bushes and trees and thick forest disappearing far, far behind her. Her breath was catching up to her, choking her throat and squeezing her heart in the coldness of the night, but she kept on running. She mustn’t stop, not until she reached the school anyway! So on and on she went, never once pausing to suck in a deep breath – which she so drastically needed. Never. A red-bricked building finally came into view after the long, tiring journey of consistent paces on the pavement, and at last, she started to relax. The colour of the walls soothed her, calmed her down and made her remember the plan she’d formed in her mind while during her insane period of running. Breathing out hastily through her nostrils, she pursed her blue, cracked lips tightly, and sneaked in through the doors of the building, the ones with the broken glass and refractive panels. And then, from behind the wooden frame of the bespectacled shops down the street, a bald man emerged – complete with sunglasses and a dark, navy-colored suit. With the sign of the dragon on his forehead.

--Random Writing; Dragons

**I might not be properly paragraphing everything right now, because I'm desperately rushing for time and wishing that everyday had 40 hours. :P**