- room 301 - monday after classes - 6/22 -
The thing she hated about attending classes (well, that she'd discovered she hated about attending classes because this was really the first time she'd had a situation like this pop up) was that even after a horrible morning, she was still expected to attend. She couldn't fail to show up, of course, since she had no idea how close of an eye her family was keeping on her, but she'd also been useless during class; her attempts to distract herself had failed miserably. A little voice reminded her that if she'd been at home, she would have been expected to do what her Mother wanted regardless of morning anyway, but she promptly squashed it as she slammed the door shut and dropped onto her bed. One hand reached out, grasping the pillow almost too tight before dragging it to her midsection.
She wanted her Dad. She wanted Eliot.
She wanted Griff.
She wanted Dinah or Leto or Zack or Peyton, but she couldn't actually bring herself to call them up because she was also reasonably sure that if she actually had to deal with anyone right now, she'd end up screaming and shouting and snapping at them and none of those people deserved it.
Maybe now is when I should call Mother, she mused, even the voice inside of her head dry and tired.
Eventually, she reached down and pulled up her Marcellus Masters guide for a little bit of remedial first aid education. She'd swallow figure out which passages would be useful for the support reserves and see if anywhere in town did photocopies. Yes, that was it.
[door (slammed) closed, post open]
She wanted her Dad. She wanted Eliot.
She wanted Griff.
She wanted Dinah or Leto or Zack or Peyton, but she couldn't actually bring herself to call them up because she was also reasonably sure that if she actually had to deal with anyone right now, she'd end up screaming and shouting and snapping at them and none of those people deserved it.
Maybe now is when I should call Mother, she mused, even the voice inside of her head dry and tired.
Eventually, she reached down and pulled up her Marcellus Masters guide for a little bit of remedial first aid education. She'd swallow figure out which passages would be useful for the support reserves and see if anywhere in town did photocopies. Yes, that was it.
[door (slammed) closed, post open]