paranoid : lrh

five

"Violet, we'll be out tonight." Her father grumbled to her as her mother finished getting ready.

Violet was a bit upset really, the one time that her mother has a break to go home, she won't be here.

But she also understood, because who would want to spend time with a daughter who won't speak to them?

Violet sighed but nodded at her father and then went upstairs in her room, admiring it - she smiled at it because she actually loved the way it was decorated; gray carpeted floors, grey and white bed covers, white walls, white bookshelves, white closet, white desk and on one of her walls, fairylights surrounding a bunch of Polaroid pictures.

She sat on her bed, next to her pet Chinchilla Rambo and pulled out her laptop. She heard her father's car pull out of the driveway and down the road - ensuring that Violet was definitely alone now.

Violet looked out of her window and realized it started snowing, she sighed.

It wasn't that Violet didn't like snow, it's just that she lived in Canada and she could go a lifetime without seeing it now - she was honestly too tired of the snow in's and blackouts.

There was a problem though.

Violet got bored, easily, and as much as she loved swooning over how cute Rambo was - she needed fresh air.

She decided she was gonna go out.

You might think she's crazy for wanting to go outside whilst it's snowing after she had just finished complaining about it, but Violet had special needs and when she needed to do something, she had to do it.

And right now, she needed to go for a walk.

She kissed her furry friend (i stg if anyone makes a vagina commeNT I'LL HIGH FIVE YOU LOL) goodbye and then got ready.

In courtesy of her love for Arctic Monkeys, she put on a white long-sleeved Arctic Monkeys shirt on, a denim jacket, a plaid skirt, knee high black socks and a white scarf wrapped around her neck.

Cold? No, Violet didn't really get cold easily.

She felt like her long hair was annoying as it kept getting stuck in her scarf so she ended up putting it in a messy bun, she tended to do that alot.

She grabbed her little handbag full of needs, put on a pair of black boots and made her way outside, breathing in the fresh, cool air.

She didn't know exactly where she was going, but decided to go to Tim Horton's and get a doughnut and a coffee - because why not?

She was thankful that Timmie's (as Canadian's call it) wasn't far from her house as she easily got there in five minutes.

As she went up to the counter, she decided she wanted a chocolate milk instead of a coffee, and decided on a Maple doughnut.

"Next!" The cashier called out, Violet walked up and the woman smiled at her. "What can I get'cha?"

Violet's face fell and she realized the hard part of this; she couldn't vocally order.

She could, but she wasn't going to.

"Um, ma'am?" The woman asked.
Violet's mouth opened and closed desperately, even though she knew she wasn't going to say anything.