Room 304, Friday Night

Feb 23, 2007 19:20

Angela sprawled on her bed, legs crossed at the ankle as she scrawled in her short story notebook. She had a scene in her head that wouldn't quite work for her story in creative writing class ... but maybe it would if she took out the unicorns?

She erased, scribbled, erased again, and was chewing on her pen when her ( phone rang )

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chasingangela February 24 2007, 01:24:21 UTC
Angela had handwavily noticed the note, and left one in response.

Tori -- I got called home for a quick visit. I should be home sometime next week. Hope you had fun cheering. - A

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oatmanspatient February 24 2007, 01:07:16 UTC
Marty swung by and knocked on the door. "Hey you."

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chasingangela February 24 2007, 01:25:37 UTC
"Hey!," Angela said cheerily, turning with her hands full of sweaters. "So would you be incredibly upset if I said I was going to Pittsburgh tomorrow? Hypothetically."

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oatmanspatient February 24 2007, 01:26:34 UTC
Marty blinked. "Um no. Is everything okay?"

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chasingangela February 24 2007, 01:33:11 UTC
"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound like something was wrong," Angela said sheepishly. "Sharon called. There's a ski trip and a play back at my old school and she said if I don't have anything better to do, I should come home. And it kind of seems like Vegas isn't going to happen, so..."

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