Post by Penny St.John on Feb 20, 2009 11:14:37 GMT -6
On Saturdays, Penny hated to be cooped up in the apartment that she and her father shared with his new family. Her stepsister was too loud; to bouncy with a bad taste in music, on top of it all. Her stepbrother was just the opposite. Quiet, he remained in his room which smelled like gym socks. It was a place that Penny liked to avoid. And while her step mother was a nice lady, she tried to mother Penny too much, something that could become suffocating at times.
So to the steps of the Met, Penny went. She was bundled up, a hat placed on her head and a scarf wrapped around her neck. A plastic to-go cup of coffee was positioned beside her. Penny decided she had made a mistake, of wearing a thick black knit skirt, a pair of thick, patterned tights keeping her legs warm. It was a bit warmer out than the previous freezing weather, the wind blowing various trash and the branches of the few trees that decorated the city, around.
Leaning one of her arms back, her palm pressed against the cold stone stair behind her, the other was placed on her protruding stomach. "Bet you're all warm in there." Penny stated in a mumbled tone. Moving to lift the to-go cup up to her lips, she took a sip of the tea that was inside, the warm liquid automatically beginning to warm her small form.