Whatever It Takes (Hayden) Jan 16, 2011 4:39:22 GMT -5
Post by Caitlin Orlando on Jan 16, 2011 4:39:22 GMT -5
Saturday 29th May 2010
Caitlin stopped the car in the carpark near the harbour, and just sat in the drivers set for a few moments. It was only mid morning, but she felt like she had been going non-stop all morning. She had to get her daughter, Mallory, up earlier than normal, as she was going to stay with Caitlin's parents for the day. Caitlin had signed up to be part of the art exhibition near the harbour, at the building that they had done up for special events. And Caitlin guessed that this was a special event. The money that was raised was going to go towards the extension that were planned for the harbour. Recently they had had a few people wanting to put their boats there, but due to limited room, they had to go elsewhere, so the harbour master, and committee were losing money.
Caitlin felt she could go on again, and she stepped out, and retrieved her things from the boot of the car. She got her trolley out, and began to stack on it her finished drawings on canvases, and her samples of her clothes, just in case anyone wanted to take a look at the real dresses that she had drawn. Also Caitlin brought some spare books and canvases, just in case she had some down time and decided to do some sketches.
Finally it was all out, and she shut the boot, then made her way towards the exhibit area. She kept looking back to make sure that nothing was going to fall off the trolley, as she was wheeling it over the gravel of the carpark and it was quite rough. Just as she looked back, she wasn't looking at the front and she kicked her shoe on a large rock, making her fall down. The canvases, paper, and everything else went flying and floated or dropped to the ground. "Just great!" Caitlin sat up, taking in what the damage was. Her nice new pants were ripped on the left knee, and there was some blood. Then she saw some scrapes on her hands, when she had put them out to stop herself.
She slowly stood up, but her leg felt a bit sore, around the knee area. Looking at what happened to all of her stuff on the trolely, she just stamped her right foot an anger. "Fuck. What am I going to do now?" Caitlin limped over and began to try and salvage what she could.