Room 204; Monday Afternoon [09/18].

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Ooof."

It wasn't as if she'd had a really taxing day or anything, just Creative Writing class, but Summer felt exhausted. It took a lot out of a person to realize that someone had been here, acting like her, pretending to be her, who wasn't her, and she had no idea what she'd gotten into, what she had said or done or anything. And she should probably take are of figuring it out. When she'd dug up her class schedule (what had even happened in those past classes? At least the classes weren't as stupid as the summer ones, though), she found out she even had a Little Sibling, what the fuck? So this Paris Geller person was being introduced to Fandom by a robot. Sure, it seemed fitting, but that robot was supposed to be her! She didn't have the energy to go hunt her down now, though. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she'll do it, tomorrow she'll have recovered a little.

Right now, all she seemed to have the energy for is flopping onto her bed, rolling onto her back, and staring at the ceiling. Feeling impossibly clean and peaceful and safe, and missing the weight of another body in the bed beside her.

Summer sighed.

Why did this all suddenly feel so weird?


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[somethingwithturquoise]

"It's okay," Summer smiled faintly, sadly, "but thanks, I appreciate that. It helps to just have people sympathize, you know? And, like I said, it's just weird. And it's weird feeling like here is where I go to try to feel normal again, but, whomp, there it is."

[soniaroadsqueen]

Ringo giggled. "I know, right! I mean, no one would ever accuse Fandom of being even close to normal, but," she shook her head slightly. "It's definitely where I feel the most normal. You know, where I can just be, me? And not be so worried about who everyone else thinks I'm supposed to be?"