To be honest, Elena had no idea where she was going. She just knew that she needed to be away from the picnic as quickly as possible.

She had more or less composed herself. You almost couldn't tell she'd been crying. Until she saw the same stupid blurring at the edges of her vision and that sting in her eyes and she was absolutely not going to ( Read more... )

( From what everyone in class had been saying ... )

Elena was painting her toenails. Actually, Elena was realizing the inherent difficulties in painting your toenails, when you also had a curious, wriggly little kitten sniffing at your toes. And trying to lick them. .... Shit... right, so, Elena was digging out nail polish remover and giving up on the matter entirely before she accidentally poisoned ( Read more... )

Elena had plans, of the fun variety. And they were: to meet up with Jack, and go drinking, and then shopping from there. Or maybe just to drink a lot. The shopping bit seemed highly optional, and secondary to the whole, hanging around and drinking, part ( Read more... )