Too Many Hours In the Day [Rachel]
Mar 24, 2016 8:11:16 GMT -5
Post by Rory Lennox on Mar 24, 2016 8:11:16 GMT -5
Rory had never had so much time leftover at the end of the day in her entire life. Her days in Phoenix, even as a teeny, tiny first grader, were always planned to the last minute. Her hours between school and dance were usually spent doing homework, so it was a safe bet to assume that free time was rare.
But now she had so much free time she didn’t know what to do with herself. She’d been homeschooled for the first half of the year, to accommodate her dancing, which had made things easier, but it was still weird. Now, after school she’d only practice for the dance team once, maybe twice, a week. The preschoolers at her studio practiced more.
Her mom had laughed when Rory voiced this problem to her. She told her to join more clubs, they didn’t have to be dance involved. Rory had scoffed at that idea at the time, but the more she thought about it, the better it was starting to sound. She was bored.
So Rory was sitting on the couch in their common room, taking notes for her history class. That's how bored she was. She never used to have time to take detailed notes before, as the rest of her homework always took priority. The rest of her roommates weren’t here at the moment, so it was quiet, well as quiet as it could get. She could still hear the buzz of other students’ thoughts coming from around the hallway. She wasn’t able to really distinguish them or what they were saying; they all just sort of jumbled together in a collective murmur.
She’d only been in this room for a couple days, and had only met one of her other roommates so far, but she liked it a lot better. The girls here didn’t think as loudly as her previous roommates. It was easier to tune them out.
She tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear, turning the page of her history notebook, scrawling out her notes in loopy cursive, the pages already covered in purple ink.
But now she had so much free time she didn’t know what to do with herself. She’d been homeschooled for the first half of the year, to accommodate her dancing, which had made things easier, but it was still weird. Now, after school she’d only practice for the dance team once, maybe twice, a week. The preschoolers at her studio practiced more.
Her mom had laughed when Rory voiced this problem to her. She told her to join more clubs, they didn’t have to be dance involved. Rory had scoffed at that idea at the time, but the more she thought about it, the better it was starting to sound. She was bored.
So Rory was sitting on the couch in their common room, taking notes for her history class. That's how bored she was. She never used to have time to take detailed notes before, as the rest of her homework always took priority. The rest of her roommates weren’t here at the moment, so it was quiet, well as quiet as it could get. She could still hear the buzz of other students’ thoughts coming from around the hallway. She wasn’t able to really distinguish them or what they were saying; they all just sort of jumbled together in a collective murmur.
She’d only been in this room for a couple days, and had only met one of her other roommates so far, but she liked it a lot better. The girls here didn’t think as loudly as her previous roommates. It was easier to tune them out.
She tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear, turning the page of her history notebook, scrawling out her notes in loopy cursive, the pages already covered in purple ink.
