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Room 516, Monday Morning
Back from what had been an unexpectedly long and uncomfortable week and a half at home, Roscoe trudged his way up the stairs and into his room before flopping face-down on the bed ( Read more... ) -
Room 516, Monday Morning
Well, Roscoe's minor nightmare that he'd discussed with Tip last week had come true. His mom had gotten wind of the whole Parents Weekend thing, and now she was talking about coming in for it ( Read more... ) -
Room 516, Tuesday Morning
Roscoe woke up to a long string of text messages from his grandpa that he tried responding to before he ultimately got bored trying and forgot about it. He was more interested in spending his day in other ways, like laying on his stomach with his tablet on his bed, browsing through online shoe stores.
Look, it was fall. He needed new boots. It ( Read more... ) -
Room 516, Sunday Night
It was now two days later, and Roscoe was finally starting to think he had gotten the smell of grape jello out of his hair ( Read more... ) -
Room 516, Wednesday Late Afternoon
Roscoe was feeling antsyAfter the pony drama was over, there wasn't much going on - not even weird shit he could be angry at. It was just... quiet ( Read more... ) -
From The Campsite to the Dorms, Monday Afternoon
Okay, so. As much as Roscoe had hated living in the bubblehut, and he had really hated it, the fact remained that he was taking his sweet time hauling his stuff back from the campsite back to his room ( Read more... ) -
Room 516, Tuesday Morning
Roscoe awoke to a buzzing phone. His first thought was that the likes on his latest selfie might have bounced him to a new follower milestone, but when he unplugged his phone from the charger and rolled over in bed to check, the truth wasn't nearly as pleasant as that ( Read more... ) -
Room 516, Tuesday Morning
Hrng. Mgh. Blghgh ( Read more... )