Look closely and find her before she fades away...
It's midafternoon, and Kristy Langdon's sitting in the rebuilt-yet-again Coffee Shop, with an open journal and a mug of tea in front of her. She's writing in her journal and trying to ignore the blueberry muffin that keeps appearing on the table in front of her.
Okay, yeah, she's hungry, but she knows well enough just from being in high school that eating something in public's just going to invite comments about her weight. So the first time, she asked if the muffin belonged to someone, and threw it away when no one spoke up. But then the muffin came back. Or possibly this is a new muffin, because the muffin on the table doesn't look gross from the trash.
She glares at the muffin until it goes away, which is making her think she's really, truly going crazy.
...It's kind of sad, really. That muffin looked good, and it's not like she's eaten anything since the can of V8 she had for lunch. She's not sure if V8 counts as food or as juice, but what's the difference between it and pureed vegetable soup, really?
She looks up. The muffin's back, only it's getting hard to focus, because she's really exhausted and feeling kinda sick out of nowhere, and now she couldn't eat the muffin-hallucination even if she'd wanted to and it was real, because she kind of wants to throw up.
She looks down to write a bit more in the journal, and the muffin goes away again.
...Okay, now she thinks she might pass out. This is the worst day.
Okay, yeah, she's hungry, but she knows well enough just from being in high school that eating something in public's just going to invite comments about her weight. So the first time, she asked if the muffin belonged to someone, and threw it away when no one spoke up. But then the muffin came back. Or possibly this is a new muffin, because the muffin on the table doesn't look gross from the trash.
She glares at the muffin until it goes away, which is making her think she's really, truly going crazy.
...It's kind of sad, really. That muffin looked good, and it's not like she's eaten anything since the can of V8 she had for lunch. She's not sure if V8 counts as food or as juice, but what's the difference between it and pureed vegetable soup, really?
She looks up. The muffin's back, only it's getting hard to focus, because she's really exhausted and feeling kinda sick out of nowhere, and now she couldn't eat the muffin-hallucination even if she'd wanted to and it was real, because she kind of wants to throw up.
She looks down to write a bit more in the journal, and the muffin goes away again.
...Okay, now she thinks she might pass out. This is the worst day.