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SUVI KIIRA NÍ FAOLÁIN
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The walls of Selby's SUV seemed in a constant state of closing in. Voices overlapping constantly, save for the moments a breaking point finally reached, and the bodies all together, too close. She found some safety, nestled beside a window she barely managed to claim, and Torren, of all people. Someone fairly new in her life, yet friendly and, in this environment, somewhat calming.
While the break from school felt welcoming, Kiira decided almost five-minutes down the road she hated this. Why? Why did she agree to this? More than once, on accident, she found her and grabbing hold of Torren's, when her breathing felt dangerously uncontrolled. She thought of an uncle (more like fourth or fifth cousin) who grew up with asthma; she wondered, warily, if she'd managed to discover what an asthma attack felt like and made a mental note to visit him, for it'd been some time.
She possessed enough sense, at least, to bring her kindle. The small paper-white contained hundreds of books she'd downloaded prior, many of which she'd already read, to seek some solace in throughout the drive. Torren, a fellow bookworm, offered her some breaks from reading in the form of someone to discuss with. The SUV finally slowed to a stop half-way through her re-read of The Hobbit, one of her father's favorites.
The college freshman felt her chest shudder with a relieved breath, suddenly eager just for air, rather than exploring the renowned Disney park.
The professor she found the most trouble with, ironically, was her father. He taught theology at the university she attended and practically choked when she'd put up the notion she'd be going on a trip to California, during the school-year, to have fun with friends. She didn't blame him now, as she pulled Torren out of the SUV, practically slumping against the old vehicle the second her feet touched the concrete.
Itineraries, t-shirts... The young woman (not even out of her teens quite yet), hardly cared. She kept quite during much of the planning, even, too antsy to bring up much of her own interests or questions. She should've put up the idea of traveling in multiple cars though. She regretted that immensely.
[/td][/tr][/table]While the break from school felt welcoming, Kiira decided almost five-minutes down the road she hated this. Why? Why did she agree to this? More than once, on accident, she found her and grabbing hold of Torren's, when her breathing felt dangerously uncontrolled. She thought of an uncle (more like fourth or fifth cousin) who grew up with asthma; she wondered, warily, if she'd managed to discover what an asthma attack felt like and made a mental note to visit him, for it'd been some time.
She possessed enough sense, at least, to bring her kindle. The small paper-white contained hundreds of books she'd downloaded prior, many of which she'd already read, to seek some solace in throughout the drive. Torren, a fellow bookworm, offered her some breaks from reading in the form of someone to discuss with. The SUV finally slowed to a stop half-way through her re-read of The Hobbit, one of her father's favorites.
The college freshman felt her chest shudder with a relieved breath, suddenly eager just for air, rather than exploring the renowned Disney park.
The professor she found the most trouble with, ironically, was her father. He taught theology at the university she attended and practically choked when she'd put up the notion she'd be going on a trip to California, during the school-year, to have fun with friends. She didn't blame him now, as she pulled Torren out of the SUV, practically slumping against the old vehicle the second her feet touched the concrete.
Itineraries, t-shirts... The young woman (not even out of her teens quite yet), hardly cared. She kept quite during much of the planning, even, too antsy to bring up much of her own interests or questions. She should've put up the idea of traveling in multiple cars though. She regretted that immensely.
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