Gretchen was stressed out and had three nose bleeds the day before. Exhausted, annoyed, all of it very frustrating when she heard students talking about the newspaper. Then she started recalling every single time she'd ever seen Mr. Travers and it had made her a bit sick to her stomach so she'd sat down and took out one of the presents from one of her brothers. All avid pot smokers and it happened to be one of the only things that relaxed her and made all the nose bleeds and headaches and stress that came with her ability seem less. So after getting high she closed her window, sprayed her room, put visine in her eyes.
Normally she'd snack out and watch bad television (she had a secret and embarrassing love for cheesy court TV shows) and be lazy. Today, however, her heart rate was excellence more than normal and she was hungry. Really hungry. She had no snacks, since she'd ate them all after finding Duncan dead (but not dead). She wondered if her brothers happened to give her the really good stuff, cause she felt a bit paranoid after reading the newspaper. What if Mr. Travers wasn't the only teacher who was involved with Project Stargate? Could she really trust all the staff? Some of them weren't as friendly as the others... maybe people should start questioning them!
First, cheetos. Doritos. Gatorade. Maybe a red bull if there was one in the fridge in the rec room like there usually was, hidden behind someones take out. She bit her lip and pounced to the rec room all at once. Dressed in a pair of nice corduroy brown pants and a darker brown button down shirt she rolled her sleeves up to her elbows and started opening all the cabinets in the rec room and piling various snacks onto the counter top.