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Room 424 [afternoon]
Oct. 21st, 2008 01:34 pmAfter Ben's midterm, he returned to his room and flopped on the bed. It'd been a few days since he'd gotten in some quality staring-at-the-ceiling time.
The essay he'd written had brought back all of the emotions and memories of the horrible day Lekauf died (and Gejjen, yes, but that didn't seem quite as painful), and now he couldn't get the images of his friend out of his head.
He wanted his family. He couldn't believe he was actually looking forward to seeing his mom and dad.
( Which, of course, was when the comlink buzzed. )
The essay he'd written had brought back all of the emotions and memories of the horrible day Lekauf died (and Gejjen, yes, but that didn't seem quite as painful), and now he couldn't get the images of his friend out of his head.
He wanted his family. He couldn't believe he was actually looking forward to seeing his mom and dad.
( Which, of course, was when the comlink buzzed. )
