Room 408, Friday Afternoon
George was bored. At least she had a few phone messages.
... None of which made any sense. So she had to return all of them, and wonder about the people at this school.
While she was at it, she had something to say to Puck. And to Rube, too. And one for Mason, and even Daisy, Daisy Adair.
And then ... strictly on impulse, George dialed the one number she still knew by heart, and always would. She couldn't say anything, but sometimes, she called just to hear her mother answer the phone. Her mom would yell about stupid prank callers, but it was her mom's voice, real and alive and on the other end of a phone line.
Today, the line rang directly to voicemail. Shit! George hung up, hoping maybe the machine wouldn't record a message.
... And later, she noticed the message light blinking, again. This time, Puck called back to hit on her -- the fuck?!? -- some other guy dissed her chest, and then an alarm went off in her ear.
Fuck that. George told Puck off in much clearer terms this time. The asshole who didn't like her chest got told where to shove it, and the mysterious alarm person got some loud noises back.
.... and the guy who talked about his girlfriend and her lack of a sex life (what the fuck?) could fuck right off, too. It almost sounded like that grumpy guy from Apathy Club. She'd remember to ask him about it, later, if she gave enough of a fuck. So ... that was unlikely.
(establishy, open, and will be updated if need be!)
... None of which made any sense. So she had to return all of them, and wonder about the people at this school.
While she was at it, she had something to say to Puck. And to Rube, too. And one for Mason, and even Daisy, Daisy Adair.
And then ... strictly on impulse, George dialed the one number she still knew by heart, and always would. She couldn't say anything, but sometimes, she called just to hear her mother answer the phone. Her mom would yell about stupid prank callers, but it was her mom's voice, real and alive and on the other end of a phone line.
Today, the line rang directly to voicemail. Shit! George hung up, hoping maybe the machine wouldn't record a message.
... And later, she noticed the message light blinking, again. This time, Puck called back to hit on her -- the fuck?!? -- some other guy dissed her chest, and then an alarm went off in her ear.
Fuck that. George told Puck off in much clearer terms this time. The asshole who didn't like her chest got told where to shove it, and the mysterious alarm person got some loud noises back.
.... and the guy who talked about his girlfriend and her lack of a sex life (what the fuck?) could fuck right off, too. It almost sounded like that grumpy guy from Apathy Club. She'd remember to ask him about it, later, if she gave enough of a fuck. So ... that was unlikely.
(establishy, open, and will be updated if need be!)