Tuesday, 10/30
Who: Sketch and Ciri What: A chance meeting in the woods Where: On campus Rating: PG13 for langauge, maybe
It hadn't been the best week in Sketch's life. She was still dealing with the way she'd overreacted (and while she wouldn't admit it to anyone else, she knew she had overreacted) with Cassandra. Everyone hated her. She had thought maybe coming here she could become someone different, make friends without having to hide who she really well. That idea had gone right down the toilet.
She'd been staying inside her room almost constantly, leaving only to go to class and shower. But she had to get out. Her whole life she'd spent living with a dirt backyard. Here there were trees, and open space. So after classes were over, Sketch dropped her books off in her room and voyaged out into the world.
The outside air smelled wonderful. She breathed it in deeply, closing her eyes. She could pick up the slow decay of the fallen New England leaves, the last burst of fragrance from flowers blooming for the last time of the season. She felt alone, but in a good way. Like she was safe. No one was out here to yell at her, scold her for what she'd done. No one was out here to judge her.