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Sherry was rarely thankful that her parents treated her like a kid. It felt unfair; she was nearly thirteen, why couldn’t they just grasp that she was going to grow up sooner or later? But, on days like today, when she and her father had gone to the Observation Deck and saw Big Zero strung up like some sort of awkward scarecrow, she’d been so glad to be told to leave. Her father’s brook-no-arguments tone had been more than welcome.
So, she’d gone off to the sensoriums, where she would be safe from screaming, or horror, and conjured up East Raccoon Elementary’s playground. She didn’t want new fodder for her regularly-occurring nightmares, anyway, Sherry told herself stubbornly.
The little girl sat on the swings, toeing the soft sand with her sneaker to make her move back and forth. Eventually, that... Punishment would be over, and she could go looking for Leon, who should be resting regardless of what was going on out there.
But, boy, did she ever hate just waiting.
So, she’d gone off to the sensoriums, where she would be safe from screaming, or horror, and conjured up East Raccoon Elementary’s playground. She didn’t want new fodder for her regularly-occurring nightmares, anyway, Sherry told herself stubbornly.
The little girl sat on the swings, toeing the soft sand with her sneaker to make her move back and forth. Eventually, that... Punishment would be over, and she could go looking for Leon, who should be resting regardless of what was going on out there.
But, boy, did she ever hate just waiting.