October 6th, evening
Megan was lying in the common room with her knitting on her stomach, not really motivated to do it. The shock of the day was still setting in.
She lifted her head from the beaten dark yellow couch and looked at the red yarn attached to her favorite purple needles, and felt no need to work on the blanket she had been working on.
She was thinking about how everyone was acting weird. And not just becuse of the Murder. Just in general. But maybe it was just her acting weird. She kind of started to feel lonely. Hannah was up in their doorm being Hannah and being emo, and not talking about what was bothering her, all Megan could get out of her was that she had another fainting spell, but not what cuased it.
So that left her pretty much alone. She hated this feeling. Megan took a deep shigh and sat up and began looking out the window.
((OOC: Open to anyone, in letter form perferably))
She lifted her head from the beaten dark yellow couch and looked at the red yarn attached to her favorite purple needles, and felt no need to work on the blanket she had been working on.
She was thinking about how everyone was acting weird. And not just becuse of the Murder. Just in general. But maybe it was just her acting weird. She kind of started to feel lonely. Hannah was up in their doorm being Hannah and being emo, and not talking about what was bothering her, all Megan could get out of her was that she had another fainting spell, but not what cuased it.
So that left her pretty much alone. She hated this feeling. Megan took a deep shigh and sat up and began looking out the window.
((OOC: Open to anyone, in letter form perferably))