The door to room 95 is ajar the slightest bit. There's nothing to see unless you push the door open just a little further. If you do, you'll see April. It looks like she fell asleep working at her desk ( Read more... )

When stress is crazy, and you just need to be alone... April curls up on her bed and draws. She's having an off-day, apparently, because most of her efforts have been pretty crappy, but it happens from time to time. Granted, not quite this badly, but she's willing to believe extra stress could do that.

The door's unlocked.

I don't know what to do.

It could be just a fluke. But what if it's not?

Can I honestly put him through that?

I could lie. I will lie, that's the only... the only way. He doesn't know that Roger and I haven't... not since... Anyway, we wouldn't without a condom ( Read more... )

April canceled her art classes for the afternoon, and none of the older students who she sent with messages to the other classes thought this was a bad idea - she looked like shit, like she'd hardly slept, like she'd been crying, like she wanted to start crying again ( Read more... )

The room is ugly and flowery.

Well, actually, it's a nice room. But it's not April's style, and she grew up in it.

"Um... so. Here we are."