The Art of Living and the Act of Lying: CH 3Baila had just finished unpacking, placing the last of her books on the shelf that stood tall in her living room. All of her favorites stood there proudly, spines out for the world to see, and everything was in a specific order. She glanced at the time on her phone, her fingers ghosting over a very worn copy of The Sorcerer's Stone.The Art of Living and the Act of Lying: CH 3 by AliceTheMarchHare
Figuring she had enough time, she pulled it from the shelf and made her way over to the couch, already beginning to reread the first page for the hundreth time. She sat down, fully expecting Appa to jump up and snuggle with her. When he didn't, she looked around to find him. He was sitting at the bottom of the stairs, staring intently at the door.
"What is it boy?" She sat up, marking her page and sitting it down on the small table beside of her. He continued to stand there, like a statue, but let out a whine in response. She walked over to him and kneeled beside him, running her fingers though his fur. He whined again, growing fidgety, and looked up at Bai
The Art of Living and The Act of Lying Ch2About a week after making the deal for the flat, Baila lay sprawled out on the couch in her friend's living room- the only thing they had yet to put in the moving truck. Appa, the gargantuan ball of fur, sat beside her with his head on her lap. The exausted young woman wove her fingers into his fur, and her eyes drooped almost sleepily.The Art of Living and The Act of Lying Ch2 by AliceTheMarchHare
After a few moments of rest, Baila heard the ever so familiar jingle of house keys as the front door was unlocked. Without even cracking an eye open, she addressed the redhead stepping through the doorway.
"Hey Thalia, is Brian with you?"
"Yeah, I'm right here."
Baila grinned and jumped up, startling Appa awake. She ruffled his fur apologetically and he settled back to sleep. "Well then Superman," she joked, "lets get a move on!" He sighed melodramatically, and Thalia gave him a nudge towards the couch. "C'mon, I did all the rest!" Baila complained playfully. As he walked over to help, Baila woke Appa up again, shooing him off rhe couch. He huffed and w
The Art of Living and the Act of Lying: CH 1 A warm summer breeze blew through the streets, disturbing discarded papers and garbage and sending the unwanted pieces of litter skittering along the asphalt. There was a distinct thickness in the air, one that usually precedes a storm, and the air was alive with electricity. There was a bright flash of light, followed by a loud clap of thunder, and droplets of rain began to fall in an erratic pattern upon the sidewalk. Everyone who had been unlucky enough to be caught in the downpour scattered, holding jackets or umbrellas over their heads, looking for shelter from the storm or trying to catch a taxi.The Art of Living and the Act of Lying: CH 1 by AliceTheMarchHare
But there was one who couldn't care less about the people around her, or the storm itself.
The rain struck her mercilessly, each drop either soaking through her shirt or pants, or rolling off of her jacket and face. She was holding a newspaper, clenched tightly in her hand and curled in on itself, and she glanced down at it as if to reassur