Aivee's Templates 2.0

''Whirl, whirl, my eyes are rolling.
Swing, swing, dimmed out marbles''

Her delicate fingers ran on the cover of the book, drifting before flipping a page to another paragraph. The girl's small frame was placed into a wooden chair, straight and unforgiving : the area around her was the same. Unforgiving wood, as her fingers elegantly flipped another page for her viewing. The droning of a voice was whispering in her ear, as she payed minimal attention to the content that was being repeated off the book she was reading. Her fingers flipped to another page, taking in the knowledge with a steady, not necessarily tame flow. Her pale hand was steady, as those crimson eyes moved not, or so it seemed : but she was observing, and reading the contents, even as the song seemed to drift in her head, a melody that was not tamed, or even known to her. It was just a song, a bunch of words that made no sense, but yet seemed to fit everything together quite nicely as well.

''Turn, turn, my legs're waving
Swing, Swing, spherical joints''

Her hand closed the book, as the bell rung, her body moving from the chair, as she walked to the hallway. The end of class, as she wandered away, alone once more as long strands of raven black drifted in the wind of her movements. Her fingers held to the strap of her bag, moving linear in one direction. Back home, as the girl was just moving along the street, shifting only to move out of someone's way. That same delicate hand wrapped around the handle of the door, opening it to a wooden floor. Stepping within, she removed her shoes delicately, placing them on the appropriate mat. Her body moved as she went to a door that had a simple name plate on it. Shisome. Opening the door, it was a bare room, everything neat and tidily arranged, as she placed her book bag on the back of a chair. Plain wood, all over : in an age of technology, it was strange to see a girl living in a house that seemed to lack much technology. But that was not the case, as the whole home was technology : her room, however, by request, was bare. There was no personal things, except for one photo on the side of the desk, near the bed.

''Yai, Yai, Let's hack around
Rai, Rai, Hold and release''

Her frame left the room, her black hair trailing behind, crimson hues looking over the area. There was no expression, as she moved, putting her shoes back on, and opening the door, stepping out once more. Slipping the key into the lock, closing the door to anyone curious enough to wander by. Her caretaker had forgotten to lock the door, once more. Luckily, nothing had been out of place : she would have noticed if it had. Her body turned away from the door, her steps echoing away as she wandered down the street. Shishome didn't quite know what to do yet, but she was going to do something she assumed. Those blood red orbs shifted barely, but she was looking this way and that, as she found herself at the edge of the dome, her gaze looking out at the wilderness beyond. Almost for a moment, she could see a small shack on a hill. For the first time since she had awakened at the edge of the city, she felt a smile on her lips. Turning away, unable to hear the howl of hungry creatures, she idly wondered what would she cook for supper. Maybe something Italian tonight, that sounded strangely good as her steps led her away.

''Yai, Yai, Just mix up and down
Rai, Rai, A-B-C-D Enchantment''