Room 205- Sunday afternoon
The new school was... okay, Stacey guessed. It got points for allowing her to say she went to a boarding school, which was pretty cool. Unless it was the school Mallory went to. The boys were cute, her roommate was a fashion disaster but seemed okay, her big brother was... probably not something she wanted to think about, and she was sure she just had to settle in a little more.
She'd unpacked her stuff, completely taken over the closet (though she'd left a little room for whenever Anna got real clothes), made sure her injection kit was nowhere to be accidentally found by anyone else, and her side of the room at least was starting to look like her own. It helped that she was on her side of the room, on her bed, returning all the happy new year texts she'd gotten from her friends back home.
Including a picture or two from Times Square because that was totes what real New Yorkers did, okay. She was not jealous at all, really.
[I'm back, yay! Open door, open post!]
She'd unpacked her stuff, completely taken over the closet (though she'd left a little room for whenever Anna got real clothes), made sure her injection kit was nowhere to be accidentally found by anyone else, and her side of the room at least was starting to look like her own. It helped that she was on her side of the room, on her bed, returning all the happy new year texts she'd gotten from her friends back home.
Including a picture or two from Times Square because that was totes what real New Yorkers did, okay. She was not jealous at all, really.
[I'm back, yay! Open door, open post!]