Post by Jenna Swift on Jul 23, 2006 13:49:26 GMT -5
Jenna walked into her dorm and tossed her backpack on a chair.
"Tess?"
No answer. Tess must be out... Jenna had shared the dorm with Tess, a fellow student, since the beginning of the year when she first came to the university. It was cramped, but they had hit it off together perfectly after a few minor scraps, and had become practically inseperable. Unfortunately, Tess was transferring to NYU at the end of the semester. Jenna looked around the room and sighed. She was thinking about renting an apartment, if she could find someone to share the rent. She had just put an ad in the paper that week, but so far - no luck.
Her parents would be glad to have her move back in with them, but Jenna wasn't so sure about the idea. She loved her parents and three siblings (two brothers, one sister), but she felt like it was time to break free. She was old enough now that she needed to be making her own decisions, her own plans. She was no longer a child. The next stage of her life stretched before her - inviting and full of promise....
*groan* I sound like one of those cheesy "inspirational" books... Jenna pulled some leftover Chinese takeout from the fridge and flopped onto the couch with a book.
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"Tess?"
No answer. Tess must be out... Jenna had shared the dorm with Tess, a fellow student, since the beginning of the year when she first came to the university. It was cramped, but they had hit it off together perfectly after a few minor scraps, and had become practically inseperable. Unfortunately, Tess was transferring to NYU at the end of the semester. Jenna looked around the room and sighed. She was thinking about renting an apartment, if she could find someone to share the rent. She had just put an ad in the paper that week, but so far - no luck.
Her parents would be glad to have her move back in with them, but Jenna wasn't so sure about the idea. She loved her parents and three siblings (two brothers, one sister), but she felt like it was time to break free. She was old enough now that she needed to be making her own decisions, her own plans. She was no longer a child. The next stage of her life stretched before her - inviting and full of promise....
*groan* I sound like one of those cheesy "inspirational" books... Jenna pulled some leftover Chinese takeout from the fridge and flopped onto the couch with a book.
(Anyone is free to post here)