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pursuedthestars) wrote2013-04-22 11:12 am
pursuedthestars) wrote2013-04-22 11:12 am
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Room 222 | Monday Afternoon
Considering this was the last week of the term, Jim felt like he could just kick back and enjoy his day without class even more than usual. It wasn't like he really had to study for the classes he was taking or anything. That was the beauty of this school. It was so much better than the places he'd been stuck in while he'd lived in Iowa.
Briefly, the vision of his father from that other place, that dungeon, popped into his head, giving him that look of utter disappointment before Jim pushed that away. Nope. He wasn't dealing with that. Not now and maybe not ever.
Nope, instead he was gonna sit on the edge of his bed and page lazily through a book he'd read a few times already. It wasn't even that good of a book but it'd been close by and he'd been lazy and he was literate so that equaled reading a book for right now.
[The door and post are open]
Briefly, the vision of his father from that other place, that dungeon, popped into his head, giving him that look of utter disappointment before Jim pushed that away. Nope. He wasn't dealing with that. Not now and maybe not ever.
Nope, instead he was gonna sit on the edge of his bed and page lazily through a book he'd read a few times already. It wasn't even that good of a book but it'd been close by and he'd been lazy and he was literate so that equaled reading a book for right now.
[The door and post are open]