Room 403 [Thursday, Evening]
This was it. That moment (or the ones leading up to that actual moment, anyway) she'd been putting off since the start of the summer. Leaving. Angela had even managed to push it back as far into the day as she reasonably could.
But, this was about as far as she could push it. Her bags were packed, most of them were well on their way to where she'd be living come tomorrow, and the room was looking unnervingly empty. Two years since this room had been this cold and depressing.
Now all that was left was to wait. Angela wasn't good at waiting, and was doing one or two... or three last checks that she hadn't left things in corners or in drawers, or under the bed. Keeping herself busy was a coping mechanism when she was feeling twinges of sadness at having to move on.
[[Aannnd, Angela's last post in Fandom. Door and post are open for anyone who wants to catch her before she leaves.]]
But, this was about as far as she could push it. Her bags were packed, most of them were well on their way to where she'd be living come tomorrow, and the room was looking unnervingly empty. Two years since this room had been this cold and depressing.
Now all that was left was to wait. Angela wasn't good at waiting, and was doing one or two... or three last checks that she hadn't left things in corners or in drawers, or under the bed. Keeping herself busy was a coping mechanism when she was feeling twinges of sadness at having to move on.
[[Aannnd, Angela's last post in Fandom. Door and post are open for anyone who wants to catch her before she leaves.]]