Marga Alton
Mar 12th, 2003, 09:23:22 AM
Marga had spent half the past night sitting by the window in her quarters looking outside. She had some things that she had to think out, but after a whole night of thinking, she still hadn't gotten anywhere with it. So first thing in the morning she had written up a message and hand delivered to Xazor's quarters, requesting her presence when she is available. She has since then, been waiting patiently. The girl, 7 years old, is sent off from her family again. She is unimportant, perhaps even unwanted by her parents. But they can not deny that she is an Alton. She has the Alton attitude which almost seems heriditary. Going only a slightly distance from where she had been, she sits down on the ground and listens as her parents tell her other siblings stories. Tears start to roll down her cheeks. She truly is unwanted.
With a slight jolt, she comes back to the here and now. She is no longer the 7 year old. She is here at the GJO, fighting desparately with herself to prove that she is wanted, at least by someone.
With a slight jolt, she comes back to the here and now. She is no longer the 7 year old. She is here at the GJO, fighting desparately with herself to prove that she is wanted, at least by someone.