The Roof; Monday Afternoon [06/04].

[white_oleander]

Armed with a new sketchbook that she'd bartered for at the store, knowledge of access to the dormitory roof, and the three letters she'd received from her mother (had it really only been about a month since she left California? It was starting to feel like a lifetime ago, like maybe that had been the dream and this was just her awakening to her own madness), Astrid finally set to the daunting task of writing back. She'd been putting it off for a multitude of reasons, the majority of them being not knowing even where to start and the certainty that, no matter where she started, it would never be good enough to truly convey what her first month here had been like.

But it was a good day for pouring out her feelings, even if she knew she'd already be cautious about what she shared what she kept to herself. She bit her lip, sharpened her pencil a little bit more, and then began, recreating the boat she'd painted on her wall in the corner like a stationary header (from the desk of Astrid Magnussen), and once she started, it suddenly became difficult to stop.

Starting had always been the hardest part, after all.

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