Of People and Starting New Chapters [Alex]
Apr 3, 2014 17:09:21 GMT -5
Post by Candence Waterson on Apr 3, 2014 17:09:21 GMT -5
He was finally gone.
Candence breathed a sigh of relief. Really. Her brother meant well, but he was also the biggest worry-wart she knew. And not just the normal kind, either: suffocatingly so. Emrys had picked her up from the airport, helped her drag her suitcases and bags into her room, and shown her around the school as well as the town, all while reminding her that if she needed anything she should call him because he was right down the road. Though he was a welcome change from the escort her parents had sent along with her, she'd still punched him in the shoulder and told him to chill out.
Thank God he wasn't staying on campus anymore. And thank God he'd just dropped her off at the school when he was done giving her the town tour, despite his protests that he could walk her in. Goodness, she was perfectly capable of finding her way around! Jeez. It wasn't like the cafeteria or the people in it were going to eat her, though she couldn't be as confident about the food. Good old cafeteria food...
She scoped out the place, tray of food in hand, debating where to sit. It was lunchtime, so there were plenty of people around. Enough that she was finding it difficult to find a place to eat by herself. However, after a few more moments of hesitation, she spotted a free table and made a beeline for it. As she approached, she noticed someone else heading in its general direction as well. She gripped her tray more tightly, hoping it was just a coincidence. She didn't feel like socializing yet. The airplane ride, airport chaos, and fussy Emrys, had seen to that.
Then again, if she did socialize with someone a little, she'd have something to tell her parents when she called later. Phone calls with parents were so awkward and annoying. But they'd made it very clear they wanted her to call after she arrived, to make sure she hadn't spontaneously burst into flames or something. She hadn't called them yet, of course. She'd been much too busy, and they hadn't said how long after she arrived she was to call, anyway.
But still. When she did call, she'd have the unbearable, "So have you made any friends yet?" question. Of course, she could lie, she'd become very good at that over the years. But she didn't really have the energy to put together a convincing story at the moment. That in mind, she set her tray down with a thump of finality, brushed a gloved hand over the table to clear any lingering crumbs, and sat. Whether the other person was bound for this table or not, she'd make the best of the situation.