sam_mm (sam_mm) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-04-16 20:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | emma |
Library, Evening, Emma, OTA/MW
Emma was researching for a paper, one of the last she would have to write this year, and hopefully one of her better ones. Her phone was on silent, but kept buzzing as texts and facebook notifications came through on it. She kept trying not to laugh as college friends chattered about what to do and where to go and who was doing what with whom.... Emma was working hard, her GPA was still right up there, a static 4.0, if she could get an A on this last paper.
She was kind of hoping Lucas wasn't working, or that Cleo would come down and keep her company, but to be frank anyone would help at this stage just as a distraction from 20th century modern abstracts and their meanings. Emma was not entirely certain what Jackson Pollock had meant with some of his madder looking spatterings, but, she sincerely hoped her essay wouldn't show that. Dear lord she was so looking forward to the summer break. Just a few more weeks and she would be free for the summer! Well, when she wasn't working that was. She leaned back in her chair, sighing and yawning slightly, if only this darned essay would write itself, or someone would come along and distract her from it entirely - oooh that would be nice, a rescuer with hot chocolate, or tea, or something edible even!