Verity's Book

They've Done it Again

Tagged me, of course!

By the dread means of -The-Architect

1 - My nickname

My nicknames are weird, but what can you expect from "Verity"?

 "Vuh-duh" and "Ver-Ver" (my siblings); "Verity-o-flairity" and "Verity, Verity, I say unto thee" (grandparents)

2 - Eye colour

Um, cerulean blue.

3 - Hair colour

Overall, it's a medium brown; closer up, I have hairs that range from almost black to golden to near-white.

4 - One fact

2 + 2 = 4

Fine. One fact about me? I mashed my forefinger open while picking stones a week ago.

I was shoving a rock onto the trailer, and my finger jammed between it and a tree-root, which was actually another stone stuck to the tree root. It HURT. And then my whole finger was completely numb.

I stepped back, clutching my finger tightly, and shoved it inside my coat for awhile, and finally peeked at it. There was a bit of skin scraping on the back, which wasn't bleeding yet, and that actually sickens me more than bleeding scrapes so I hastily put it back. After several minutes the numbness started leaving and it hurt a bit more, so, feeling like my body was acting normally now, I removed my finger and glanced casually at the other side.

I may have made a weird gagging noise at this point. A small, thick flap of skin was torn right away from my finger to reveal oozing blood and flesh beneath.

I felt, quite simply, sick. Not exactly nauseated; just sick.

My sister comes over. "Is it all right, Verity?"

"Here, look," I say, turning my finger over for her examination.

She made a gagging gulp and looked away.

Now my finger was starting to hurt. It was very useful for future reference in writing. What does it really feel like when you get your skin slashed open? Pinching, grinding, turn-your-stomach sort of pain.

I still had to clean it out. The hurting and the thought of messing around with my blood and flesh and dead flaps of skin put me on the verge of tears.

"Okay, get me the water bottle," I said in a wavery voice.

My resourceful younger sister not only procured the bottle, but several scraps of cloth that she had put in her pocket before we left, and these served as bandage until someone else got me a Band-Aid. Somehow, the Band-Aid felt a lot cleaner and tidier than the cloth, and I made a massive psychological turnaround after that.

So there you have a fact about my life.

5 - Favourite colour

I like all things deep and vibrant. Not orange really, though.

6 - Favourite place

I like my desk, when it's neat. Also the clear spot outside with the field on one side and the wooded downhill slope on the other, with mounds of grassed-over dirt and a tree-stump where I can sit and write.

7 - -celebrity

I don't even know who's a celebrity and who's not. Are all actors celebrites? It seems like they are.

8 - -animal

Horse!! I want a horse... my dream...

9 - -song

Okay, that's just cruel.

No precious, we changes the tag. We say, "One song it likes."

Here I Am by James Kilbane. My church's youth choir sang an arrangement of this once, and I fell in love with the lyrics. And the tune is so simple, but so beautiful. You should absolutely hear it.

10 - -book

No! Precious! We does it again!

All Creatures Great And Small by James Herriot.

*gasp* Done! What a tough tag.

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I know GadSul has done this tag before, which probably means most everyone else I know has...