Angela Chase (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
chasingangela) wrote2006-09-01 03:42 pm
chasingangela) wrote2006-09-01 03:42 pm
Room 304, Friday Afternoon
Angela had decided that action had some chance of getting her out of her mope. She certainly wasn't going to apologize to Marty, not yet, maybe not ever.
Glancing around the room, she realized that if she shoved Sydney's old dresser into the closet, she'd have room to move her chair further away from the bed, and her not-huge dorm room would feel slightly less not-huge.
She stood with her back to the wall to try to lift the dresser so she could carry it across the room, completely oblivious to any strange sounds.
Glancing around the room, she realized that if she shoved Sydney's old dresser into the closet, she'd have room to move her chair further away from the bed, and her not-huge dorm room would feel slightly less not-huge.
She stood with her back to the wall to try to lift the dresser so she could carry it across the room, completely oblivious to any strange sounds.