One thing that had been on Scarlett's mind for quite a while had been how much time she hadn't been spending doing the things she really wanted to do. Perhaps it was her own fault for deciding to spend most of the winter break studying and doing typical things that the anxious girl often did normally. Although these times, there were significantly less people around, a fact that actually calmed the redhead considerably. But again, while she was studying, there was something in the back of her mind that was bothering her. And that fact was, of course, that she wasn't spending the time with some of the people she wanted to the most. Warren and Jet were off at home, doing whatever it is that the two boys did with their family, so she had the dorm to herself for the most part. And she had no idea where Avy was during that time, but she figured that she was at home as well. Not wanting to bother them wile they enjoyed their families, the redhead endured the solitude.
But that was all going to change, Scarlett hoped. People began to return back from winter break. And so, while she still had the dorm all to herself, she decided to reach out, hoping that Avery was back at the academy. It was a text that she sent, something deceptively simple for how long she stood and stared at her scroll while typing it. After re-write and re-write, she finally got a draft that she was content with.
[Hey, Avy. I'm alone at my dorm if you wanna come over. Room ###]
The main problem being that Scarlett wasn't content with what she sent, immediately regretting the content of the message. Was it too casual? Was she too formal? Should she have offered ideas for them to do, even? The entire situation spiraled out of control way further than she could have ever anticipated. While she waited for a reply - or simply the blonde possibly showing up - she began to get ready for her social meet-up or whatever strange thing that the girl would call such a thing. She went to the dorm's mini fridge, grabbing out a few of the snacks that the trio of dormmates had left over. Scarlett didn't eat them as she didn't want her figure to get worse. She wasn't the skinniest already and was always worried that eating too much would just make her too overweight. And so, she didn't eat much. Other than candy, that could do no wrong.
With some basic set-up done, including straightening up and hiding the various books she studied from into her desk, she waited for some sort of reply. That is, until she would eventually get bored and begin reading something. But that's just a typical hour in the life of Scarlett, really.
But that was all going to change, Scarlett hoped. People began to return back from winter break. And so, while she still had the dorm all to herself, she decided to reach out, hoping that Avery was back at the academy. It was a text that she sent, something deceptively simple for how long she stood and stared at her scroll while typing it. After re-write and re-write, she finally got a draft that she was content with.
[Hey, Avy. I'm alone at my dorm if you wanna come over. Room ###]
The main problem being that Scarlett wasn't content with what she sent, immediately regretting the content of the message. Was it too casual? Was she too formal? Should she have offered ideas for them to do, even? The entire situation spiraled out of control way further than she could have ever anticipated. While she waited for a reply - or simply the blonde possibly showing up - she began to get ready for her social meet-up or whatever strange thing that the girl would call such a thing. She went to the dorm's mini fridge, grabbing out a few of the snacks that the trio of dormmates had left over. Scarlett didn't eat them as she didn't want her figure to get worse. She wasn't the skinniest already and was always worried that eating too much would just make her too overweight. And so, she didn't eat much. Other than candy, that could do no wrong.
With some basic set-up done, including straightening up and hiding the various books she studied from into her desk, she waited for some sort of reply. That is, until she would eventually get bored and begin reading something. But that's just a typical hour in the life of Scarlett, really.