Carriage House Room 5, Tuesday Afternoon
Claire went back to her room after class. She thought about skipping the class, actually. Sam was in that class. But she had gone and it was surprisingly less awkward than she had thought it would be.
She closed the door and fell back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Yesterday had been all about the emo and crying and eating ice cream for dinner. It hadn't helped.
Today, she wanted to break stuff and get angry and hit things. How could her dad have done this to her? What did he hope to accomplish by having Sam's memories removed? Sam's memories of her! She was angry indeed. And hurt. And mad at herself. Why had she told her dad about the stupid fight? If only she hadn't done that. Then she and Sam would still be together and happy. Now, she was miserable.
She had picked up the phone multiple times intending to tell her dad exactly what she thought of him right now. She just couldn't do it. It just didn't seem right over the phone. She'd have to go home and maybe pack up the rest of her stuff and never return. She couldn't go back there and pretend everything was fine. It most certainly was not fine.
[ooc: door's closed, but the post is open, especially for the roomie.]
She closed the door and fell back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Yesterday had been all about the emo and crying and eating ice cream for dinner. It hadn't helped.
Today, she wanted to break stuff and get angry and hit things. How could her dad have done this to her? What did he hope to accomplish by having Sam's memories removed? Sam's memories of her! She was angry indeed. And hurt. And mad at herself. Why had she told her dad about the stupid fight? If only she hadn't done that. Then she and Sam would still be together and happy. Now, she was miserable.
She had picked up the phone multiple times intending to tell her dad exactly what she thought of him right now. She just couldn't do it. It just didn't seem right over the phone. She'd have to go home and maybe pack up the rest of her stuff and never return. She couldn't go back there and pretend everything was fine. It most certainly was not fine.
[ooc: door's closed, but the post is open, especially for the roomie.]