Room 317- Monday afternoon

When Sia told her father about a month ago that she wanted to do more back home in the time before she graduated, she didn't think that would mean she'd be called back so soon. She was finally back today, picking Vitor up from where he'd been boarded, and started unpacking once she got to her room, listening to the last week or so's worth of radios to catch up.

And occasionally stopping what she was doing aloud to ask aloud, "What the hell?"


[Because my life has been made of fail since November and I should establish where she was, la. Can be open door, open post if you don't mind me being really slow.]