Her Failure(s)
"Ugh!"
If she had thought the structure of the hut could take it, Elliot would've slammed the door behind her as she stormed inside, but she wasn't so she didn't. Fresh from her little encounter with Chuck's girlfriend, she was not in a good mood, no matter how much she'd smiled and said 'Oh well' to the woman's face.
Why didn't he tell me?! It's kind of an important detail! Especially when anyone from home could turn up at any minute! At least I broke it off with Keith before I ended up here! Frick on a stick!
The curtain of JD's 'room' was closed and she didn't care to open it, just in case she saw him with some girl, too. She wasn't sure why that should bother her, considering how over they were, but right now she was so frustrated she wanted to cry and anything was bound to set her off.
Kicking off her sandals and tossing her towel aside, she sat down heavily on her bed and put her head in her hands. Why me? What did I do to deserve this? Did I go around cutting off men's schwing-schwongs in a past life? Am I just naturally repugnant? Do I have BO? What's wrong with me?
"I hate my life," she muttered to herself. It was a knee-jerk reaction, she knew, and the depression would pass, but until it did...she was depressed.
Timed to the 8th
If she had thought the structure of the hut could take it, Elliot would've slammed the door behind her as she stormed inside, but she wasn't so she didn't. Fresh from her little encounter with Chuck's girlfriend, she was not in a good mood, no matter how much she'd smiled and said 'Oh well' to the woman's face.
Why didn't he tell me?! It's kind of an important detail! Especially when anyone from home could turn up at any minute! At least I broke it off with Keith before I ended up here! Frick on a stick!
The curtain of JD's 'room' was closed and she didn't care to open it, just in case she saw him with some girl, too. She wasn't sure why that should bother her, considering how over they were, but right now she was so frustrated she wanted to cry and anything was bound to set her off.
Kicking off her sandals and tossing her towel aside, she sat down heavily on her bed and put her head in her hands. Why me? What did I do to deserve this? Did I go around cutting off men's schwing-schwongs in a past life? Am I just naturally repugnant? Do I have BO? What's wrong with me?
"I hate my life," she muttered to herself. It was a knee-jerk reaction, she knew, and the depression would pass, but until it did...she was depressed.
Timed to the 8th