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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2018-05-04 09:08 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2018-05-04 09:08 am
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Room 204; Friday Afternoon [05/04].
After stuffing the fridge in the common room with jello and jello shots for Sunday (with a very clear DO NOT TOUCH sign attached to each container), Summer headed back to her room, stood in the doorway for a second, looked around and sighed. She'd been putting it off, but with graduation tomorrow and the party on Sunday, she wouldn't really have a lot of time to do it later. She better get to packing her stuff now.
It was...very slow going. She kept coming across little things here and there that sparked up memories and left her lingering a little with reminiscing. Sure, it has only been a year, but what a year it had been! She wondered what she was going to do with all the plants that had managed to survive, somehow, under Summer's care, without the effective touch of Sheimi's green thumb. She kept glancing toward the window, where the construction on the hole where the shark had blown in was nearly seamless, yet she still felt she could see it there. Funny, really...she was going to switch out a room where, when she looked out the window, she wouldn't be thinking of dead sharks anymore. She would be thinking of her dead brother instead.
Yaaaaay.
She didn't want to go back, but a deal was a deal, and she'd suffer through at least the summer, see where things stood after that. For now, she tried to not let her mind wander so much and tried to focus on getting her things packed up and her survival techniques for her family being back on the island tomorrow for the graduation stuff. Maybe, just maybe, Morty wouldn't be pervy toward one of her mentors this time. Maybe her mother wouldn't get drunk. Maybe her dad wouldn't be...himself.
Pshyeah. Right.
Maybe the island could throw her her a bone over here and make something happens to render her unconscious for the whole day so she just didn't have to live through tomorrow. That wouldn't be too bad, either.
But nope. Looks like it was just packing for now.
[[door and post are open!]]
It was...very slow going. She kept coming across little things here and there that sparked up memories and left her lingering a little with reminiscing. Sure, it has only been a year, but what a year it had been! She wondered what she was going to do with all the plants that had managed to survive, somehow, under Summer's care, without the effective touch of Sheimi's green thumb. She kept glancing toward the window, where the construction on the hole where the shark had blown in was nearly seamless, yet she still felt she could see it there. Funny, really...she was going to switch out a room where, when she looked out the window, she wouldn't be thinking of dead sharks anymore. She would be thinking of her dead brother instead.
Yaaaaay.
She didn't want to go back, but a deal was a deal, and she'd suffer through at least the summer, see where things stood after that. For now, she tried to not let her mind wander so much and tried to focus on getting her things packed up and her survival techniques for her family being back on the island tomorrow for the graduation stuff. Maybe, just maybe, Morty wouldn't be pervy toward one of her mentors this time. Maybe her mother wouldn't get drunk. Maybe her dad wouldn't be...himself.
Pshyeah. Right.
Maybe the island could throw her her a bone over here and make something happens to render her unconscious for the whole day so she just didn't have to live through tomorrow. That wouldn't be too bad, either.
But nope. Looks like it was just packing for now.
[[door and post are open!]]