Is He or isnt She - Original Writing :: Papers

Is He or isnt She - Original Writing I reach my destination, not genuinely confident(p) how I should feel, or what I should anticipate A mid terraced house, fainthearted of the ara, except seems calm. A cold October evening, 5 pm and already the streets are dimly lit, a clear sky above, evidently displaying the dazzling confidential informations that sheen beyond. I approach the house to a in truth inviting welcome, are they in truth friendly people or do they not get many an(prenominal) visitors? I make my way to the lounge and take a seat, a small table in the corner draped in a lace cloth, a bookshelf that covers one entire wall and bursting to the brim with books. Im now offered refreshments before given the chance to proceed with the interview, A cup of tea would be great, thanks. Where do I start? A very complicated person, whose life is full of twists and turns. Kris, 5ft 8in tall, medium built with shoulder duration hair, the kind of hair I would describe a 60s rock star to have, like Mick Jaggers, the rough and ready look. Born in London, but you wouldnt know by her accent, she has more of a neutral tone. She grew up with the heart of not belonging It all started when schooling began, nursery past infants. She right didnt fit in and her parents didnt know what to do. Send her off to boarding school, thatll tack things. I sit there, listening to every word that is spoken to me. Shes patently very wounded and distraught by the whole circumstances, as her parents were vent through a divorce at this time, but did her mother really feel that this would be the best option, or was it that she didnt know what else to do, maybe she mandatory to escape? She sits opposite me, fidgeting, almost non-stop, legs crossed to one side and then instantaneously switching over to the other, arms folded, and the only time they unfolded is to exact the hair in her eyes, or to twiddle uncontrollably wi th her fingers.