Room 312 [Sunday Morning]
Yesterday had been a long day. In so many ways. After the shuttle ride to the school and the welcome picnic, Claire had been pleased to discover that her boxes had arrived and she had spent the evening unpacking and setting up her room.
And then she had fallen fast asleep. And, surprisingly, slept well. No nightmares about Kirby Plaza.
Of course, waking up refreshed only meant she was going to dwell on everything that happened yesterday. Like seeing Peter.
At least everyone she had met so far seemed really nice: Tim (who looked good shirtless), Ellie, Jon (who also looked good shirtless), Maron, Leda, Karla, Rachel, Leto, Sam (who was Peter's boyfriend, WTF?), Turtle, and Savannah (who already knew her secrets).
And then there was Dinah, her roommate, who had been so kind and open and Claire was starting to feel lousy about not being honest with her.
Could she defy her father's orders and be herself here? Peter seemed to think it was safe. She sighed. It was a lot to think about. And she did think about it, from the moment she woke up, through her shower and the bowl of cereal she had nabbed from the common room. She was still thinking about it, just sitting on her bed, though the door was partially open.
[Open door = Open post!]
And then she had fallen fast asleep. And, surprisingly, slept well. No nightmares about Kirby Plaza.
Of course, waking up refreshed only meant she was going to dwell on everything that happened yesterday. Like seeing Peter.
At least everyone she had met so far seemed really nice: Tim (who looked good shirtless), Ellie, Jon (who also looked good shirtless), Maron, Leda, Karla, Rachel, Leto, Sam (who was Peter's boyfriend, WTF?), Turtle, and Savannah (who already knew her secrets).
And then there was Dinah, her roommate, who had been so kind and open and Claire was starting to feel lousy about not being honest with her.
Could she defy her father's orders and be herself here? Peter seemed to think it was safe. She sighed. It was a lot to think about. And she did think about it, from the moment she woke up, through her shower and the bowl of cereal she had nabbed from the common room. She was still thinking about it, just sitting on her bed, though the door was partially open.
[Open door = Open post!]