Squirrel Cabin // Thursday Evening
Seras was in front of the cabin, practising with a foot ball, bouncing it from knee to knee or weaving and stoping it with her feet.
Between last night's row with Walter and today's Sex Ed class, Seras was feeling out of sorts. To put it mildly.
Having had a shouting match with a friend when all she'd wanted to do was express her concern and attending a class where she was both completely out of her depth and hideously uncomfortable had left her feeling rather a failure.
It was a horrid feeling which she hadn't the first idea how to begin dealing with.
So, instead, she decided to take her mind off of things by doing something she *knew* she was good at. Damn good, in fact. Seras threw herself into the movements and, for now, tried to forget everything else.
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Between last night's row with Walter and today's Sex Ed class, Seras was feeling out of sorts. To put it mildly.
Having had a shouting match with a friend when all she'd wanted to do was express her concern and attending a class where she was both completely out of her depth and hideously uncomfortable had left her feeling rather a failure.
It was a horrid feeling which she hadn't the first idea how to begin dealing with.
So, instead, she decided to take her mind off of things by doing something she *knew* she was good at. Damn good, in fact. Seras threw herself into the movements and, for now, tried to forget everything else.
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