fandomhighdorms | The Pool; Monday [02/17].

If there was a day for Astrid to start skipping her classes again, she felt like this was going to be the one. She was feeling better that morning, physically, but everything in her head remained a jumbled mess, perhaps more so with the clarity that came with the air that day. She knew it was a habit that she was probably better off not getting back into, but her criminal justice class wasn't even meeting that day, and she didn't feel like sitting around trying to avoid thinking about people while sipping cocoa and talking about a weird little play (that she did actually read). The only reason she'd even want to go to class today was to possibly show Grog the picture that she'd worked on yesterday, the one he'd suggested, but it was just a sketch right now, anyway. This way, she could maybe break out those watercolors she'd gotten for Christmas and actually have it painted by Friday, and she could show him then in shop class instead.

Right now, all she wanted to do was feel weightless and unreal, floating around in the eerie quiet of the pool that no one else seemed to use, or even know was there. Skim her fingers over the surface of the water like dancers, let the tangled knot of her feelings and emotions and thoughts loosen and unravel and spread out, leaving the confined space of her skull to spread out over the water and maybe even sink down deep, deep below.

It felt good, being down here when she should be in class, where she could almost pretend things were still the way they used to be, that maybe everything had been a dream, and she'd just been down in the pool this whole time, and California had never happened, down here where maybe California had never even existed at all..

[[ emo pool is open and I'm pretty sure this concludes my spam <3 ]]