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In Room 304
Sep. 20th, 2005 06:48 pmFace red from exertion and emotion, Angela storms up the stairs to the third floor, fumbles with her lock, and throws herself on the bed.
She can't think about anything except what Marty just told her. A killer, she thinks. He killed people. And he wants to be with me. I can't. I can't.
The hysterical tears give way to hysterical laughter as she remembers Rory's last note from study hall. Homecoming, sure. Maybe we can, like, knock over a convenience store on our way, and find some small children to run over to cap off the night.
Fumbling with the things in her bookbag, she comes across the hot-pink flyer for Paige's girl's night. She considers what she might find upstairs: People. Junk food. Advice.
Pretty movies, with Molly Ringwald and pretty boys and things working out in the end.
Alcohol. Oblivion. It's tempting.
And then she's not thinking so much, she's just crying, and anyone walking by the room could hear her sobs.
She can't think about anything except what Marty just told her. A killer, she thinks. He killed people. And he wants to be with me. I can't. I can't.
The hysterical tears give way to hysterical laughter as she remembers Rory's last note from study hall. Homecoming, sure. Maybe we can, like, knock over a convenience store on our way, and find some small children to run over to cap off the night.
Fumbling with the things in her bookbag, she comes across the hot-pink flyer for Paige's girl's night. She considers what she might find upstairs: People. Junk food. Advice.
Pretty movies, with Molly Ringwald and pretty boys and things working out in the end.
Alcohol. Oblivion. It's tempting.
And then she's not thinking so much, she's just crying, and anyone walking by the room could hear her sobs.
