Room 304, Friday Afternoon

Apr 13, 2007 21:40

With only one class Fridays, Angela often spent the afternoon in quiet reflection.

Or napping. They were about the same thing.

But today, she woke up from the nap ( less than refreshed. )

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oatmanspatient April 14 2007, 03:14:10 UTC
Marty just happened to be walking by when he heard sniffling.

"Hey," he said poking his head in. "What's wrong?"

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chasingangela April 14 2007, 03:27:25 UTC
"Bad dream," Angela said, sitting up. "Hi."

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oatmanspatient April 14 2007, 03:30:02 UTC
"Hi," Marty replied back as he came in with a look of concern. "Are you okay?"

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chasingangela April 14 2007, 03:30:50 UTC
"Yes," Angela lied.

And then, sniffling: "Do people here hate me?"

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chasingangela April 14 2007, 03:28:04 UTC
"Nothing," Angela said, feeling guilty, She brushed her hair off her face. "Just this really, really intense dream."

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chasingangela April 14 2007, 03:40:49 UTC
"It was a lot like this deam I used to have when I was younger," Angela said. "People are hurting my feelings? But they won't listen to me when I talk to them." She shook her head. "It makes me feel ... really alone."

"And no, I think I just need to wake up the rest of the way. But thanks." She gave Tori a tiny smile.

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