Saturday, March 8, 2008

Tanith's Escapades- Vegitarian food, eh, Erin?

Tanith ate her lunch with Erin today.

It was good, Tanith decided as she bit into her sandwich, (ham & tomato if you were wondering)
when you had other friends to support you when you're fighting with your best friend.

Though since their little screaming match last week (and that saturday detention afterwards when they had been forced to srub graffitied tables together) Tanith & Shannon hardly counted each other as friends anymore.

From Tanith's point of veiw it wasn't hard to see why they'd had such a falling out in the first place. Shannon was the sort of person that constantly needed a gaggle of friends with her to ensure her existance.
Tanith didn't, and though she liked having friends, was perfectly happy to keep her own company once in a while.

And Shannon, who just hadn't understood that Tanith needed her own time once in a while; proceeded to spend every spare moment she had with Tanith, oblivious to Tanith's subtle hints that perhaps Shannon could give her the time on her own that she needed just as much as Shannon needed constant social interaction.

Eventually, Tanith gave up being subtle.
Shannon had not taken it well at all, perceiving Tanith's plea for a little 'down time' as apparent rejection.
And, not understanding what she could have possibly done wrong, came to the conclusion that Tanith was, to use Shannon's phrasing (thought Tanith dryly) a 'heartless bitch'.

She handed the other half of her sandwich to Erin, who had continued to chatter away happily without notice of Tanith's daydream.
Tanith liked Erin, mostly because the were so similar; they both liked friends but didn't need them. Though Erin was somewhat more absent-minded than Tanith.

Tuning into Erin's mostly one-sided conversation at last, She found a question floating around her head and snatched it from the air:

"hey Erin," Tanith asked "aren't you a vegetarian?" looking pointedly at Erin's cheeks, bulging with the last of the sandwich.
Erin grinned thickly at her through a mouthful of ham and tomato,
"only if you talk to my mother."


© Leah Petts, 9th March ‘08

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