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Jennifer White
Still Quietly Intrigued (full post this time)
Sat May 27, 2017 14:45
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Coming back to school after midterm felt like coming back home. As she was intending to spend the next six and a half years there, Jen was satisfied with this outcome. The few kids sheíd interacted with at her Momís home in Phoenix before the Aladren had attended Sonora didnít welcome her home for the holiday with any enthusiasm, and Jen had not missed a single one of them. Although, she supposed, that couldnít be the reason for Sonora feeling home-like, because she didnít have any friends there, either. She liked Zevalyn more than she would admit, and definitely more than she had at the start of the year, but the older girl wasnít going to be in her classes forever so Jen hadnít made any efforts to develop a friendship; there didnít seem to be any point. She also liked Ryder and his skateboard, but she hadnít discovered yet whether they actually had anything else in common. She could tolerate him, and she appreciated his generosity in letting her borrow his skateboard. Jen had, eventually, discovered that she could ride a board in MARS (why didnít they put that sort of thing in the welcome brochure? It would have saved her a lot of unnecessary angst) but she couldnít bring them out into the grounds to ride.

The only thing really that was better at home than at school was that Jen still hadnít convinced her Mom to let her bring her own board. Sheíd had a great time skating in midterm. It sucked that her Mom had found the board Jen had tried to smuggle with her in her luggage. She could grudgingly admit that her Mom was also a bonus to being home, but then she also didnít let Jen bring the one thing that would have made her life at Sonora better, so she could overlook that fact with Machiavellian ease.

Feeling all the hype of the new year affect her mood, Jen had actually opted to wear a purple hoodie rather than her usual black to the returning feast. Her grandparents had given it to her as a Christmas gift, and it was completely plain, which she usually preferred to any kind of motif. Her t-shirts often featured the logos of punk or ska bands but she liked her hoodies devoid of decoration. Aside from the splash of colour, Jen looked very much as she had for her first Sonoran feast, with her mousy-brown hair short and choppy about her head, and her black rectangular framed glasses perched on her too-small nose. Inwardly she was calmer, but still quietly intrigued to discover what the second half of the year would have in store.

Having scooped some refried beans onto the handful of nachos on her plate, Jen added a dollop of salsa before dunking a chip. ďHey,Ē she voluntarily engaged a person seated nearby in conversation, not for the first time in history, but it was a relatively rare event. Apparently the company of just her mother was sufficient to prompt her latent social skills to emerge.

  • Still Quietly Intrigued Jen White, Sat May 27 14:35
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    • Still Quietly Intrigued (full post this time) — Jennifer White, Sat May 27 14:45
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