Post by gioia hendersen on May 8, 2010 23:07:16 GMT -5
It was as if something inside Gioia was restless. These nights she couldn't sleep. Not even a wink of sleep at all. As much as she tried, sleep didn't come to her. Advil PM was not helping at all. It was before long that the Park Avenue Princess realized that something was weighing on her bones. Her body was becoming frail and gaunt. It wasn't like Gioia Hendersen at all. She was always put together, knew who she was and what she had planned for herself after graduation but lately she wasn't herself. Magic, yes it was a part of her but she couldn't tell her mother. Oh no. The woman acted like she was 22. Catherine couldn't be trusted with Gioia's secrets. It seemed liked turning to her grandparents would be a laugh. They would tell her to get her head out of the clouds and focus on her dance. Gioia was after all the Ginger Rogers of her generation according to her grandparents.
Like clock work just like how it had been the past three weeks, at 11:30 Gioia left her grandparents apartment and made her way to Central Park. Yes it is the city that never sleeps, but for some reason Gioia didn't feel up to the whole party scene these days. The cold night air seemed to help her better than a bottle of vodka would. It seemed like life was becoming different for her. She was still trying to get a grip on this magic thing. Having friends that were going through the same thing was good but yet they all had different powers. Gioia just wanted some help from someone who had been in her shoes.
She had her path. It was the same path that she walked every night. Nothing different. About an hour and a half walking in the park then going back to her room listening to her iPod while flipping through the latest Cosmo. Zippering up her hoodie against the cold wind, she wonder that if she existed, a witch, what else was there? Witches were suppose to fly on brooms, have wands, big pointy noises, and totally a fairy tale. It was night time when most creatures of myth liked to play. Maybe Gioia was just hoping that one of these midnight strolls through the park would bring one of them out.
this ain't no midnight margarita