` chaerin's room

After successfully sneaking a can of Coca Cola out of the cafeteria, Chaerin sped back to her dorm room. Outside her door was the book that she had been pestering Kris about forthe past God knows how long. She sighed, /about time./

Kris walked passed Chaerin's room, dropping her book by her door before he ran off, not wanting to be seen by the girls dormitory.

She hadn't sung a song in a long time, either. That's what she'd usually do if she felt down. Now, however, no lyrics came to mind.

She knew that she should stop moping around, and she knew that she should stop moping around. She knew that she should've gotten up and 'socialized' (the counselors say that it helps the psyche, but she wasn't feeling it) and she knew that she should go down to the cafeteria and get something to eat, but she just didn't want to.

What was even more frustrating is that she didn't even know why.

Chaerin hasn't left her room for days. There was no real reason that she didn't, she just didn't feel like it.She didn't know what was making her so down. Of course there were always underlying reasons that always stayed the same, but they never went away. She had missed several lessons in those few days, but only one of her teachers seemed to care. She had received a large, slim envelope under her door from her photography teacher. 'The project,' it read 'due next week.'

She hadn't started it yet.

The only thing she had accomplished whilst she was in her room was a letter to one of her friends. It was a measly attempt, but it'd have to do.

Her laptop had started burning her thighs but she couldn't be bothered to move it. She could barely feel it after a while anyway.