Tuesday evening, week 20, just before the LGBT alliance meeting
Ticklepurr sits on the bed in her room, scribbling out her last few notes for the next day's Cantrips class. Butterflies tickle her stomach as she thinks about going to the LGBT alliance meeting. I hope there are a bunch of people there, she thinks. I'd hate to be the only one. But then again, I bet everyone there will already be hooked up and they'll know so much more than me about everything. I feel so lame about this whole love and romance thing! It's not like I've never seen it, but I've never had a chance and it feels like everyone in the world has dated and gone all the way there....except me....
Well, there's no way around it. I just have to go and see what happens.
I hope I can make some friends there....and maybe even a friend with benefits, eventually...
She stows her book and binder back on the bookshelf, puts on her coat and boots, and heads for Pine Hall.
Well, there's no way around it. I just have to go and see what happens.
I hope I can make some friends there....and maybe even a friend with benefits, eventually...
She stows her book and binder back on the bookshelf, puts on her coat and boots, and heads for Pine Hall.