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fandomhighdorms2010-12-21 01:27 pm
icecoldfrost) wrote in fandomhighdorms2010-12-21 01:27 pm
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Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening
It was her birthday.
Emma turned the crayon-colored card Hank had manged to mail her over in her hands, trying to wrap her mind around it while the television droned on in the background with Tim Gunn telling someone why they sucked in an awesome manner.
It was her birthday, and she was eighteen. She no longer had to worry about Winston trying to have her committed so that she'd disappear, or social services, or anything like that. She could open a bank account in her own name. She could go to college, get a job, be seen in public. She could have her life back.
It was almost too big to process, but every time she started getting overwhelmed, she touched the flower in her hair and had to grin a little bit.
It was her eighteenth birthday. And so far, it was off to a pretty good start.
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Emma turned the crayon-colored card Hank had manged to mail her over in her hands, trying to wrap her mind around it while the television droned on in the background with Tim Gunn telling someone why they sucked in an awesome manner.
It was her birthday, and she was eighteen. She no longer had to worry about Winston trying to have her committed so that she'd disappear, or social services, or anything like that. She could open a bank account in her own name. She could go to college, get a job, be seen in public. She could have her life back.
It was almost too big to process, but every time she started getting overwhelmed, she touched the flower in her hair and had to grin a little bit.
It was her eighteenth birthday. And so far, it was off to a pretty good start.
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