Room 204; Friday Afternoon [12/29].

For all that Summer had been complaining that Fandom High had been getting a little boring for her (that Klingon bloodwine had definitely ensured that she missed that whole weird-future-versions-of-everyone-trying-to-end-the-world business, so that didn't really count), she was feeling pretty glad to come back to it after the week she'd had. Sure, everything worked out in the end, but being telekinetically strangled by your dad's alien ex-girlfriend was not something you let go of very easily, no matter how hard you were trying to move past it. Even with weird-future-versions-of-everyone-trying-to-end-the-world, this place just seemed to much simpler to her, and, while she'll likely be complaining about it again in a couple of weeks, after the sheen of the new semester wore off, she was feeling mighty grateful for it now.

With a faint grunt, Summer threw open her bedroom door. She threw her suitcase off to the side. And she threw herself face-up on her bed, letting out the required amount of exasperated groan, and just sort of stared up at the ceiling.

Don't let the grunts and groans fool you. It felt good to be back.

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