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❝I put my arms around myself and I'm unbreakable.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#BDA0CB ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #F7B3DA】
|| Green || Cavetown ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#BDA0CB ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #F7B3DA】
|| Green || Cavetown ||
She finished her drink in her room, where she had begun to clean in ernest. Her schoolwork was organized in different folders, her sheet music in others. She placed her clean clothes in drawers and hung up anything fancy. She changed out of her recital dress and donned a simple shirt and shorts. "Winter, lunch," Janet knocked on the door, opening it. She placed the tray on top of the desk, which you could now see since Winter had cleaned it. Janet took the laundry basket full of dirty clothing, since Winter couldn't leave the room, she would have to do the laundry on her own. "Let's see, any homework for the weekend?" Her tablet was limited to the school portal until her ban was lifted. "Nope, nothing." She sighed with relief, at last caught up on everything she had fallen behind on.
Winter picked at her dinner, Janet's cooking was good, but she didn't particularly like chicken with skin on and green beans with sauce. Oh well, she did her best to eat some of it, then went to her bookshelf to read until it was time for dinner. Thankfully, tomorrow her ban would be lifted and Monday she was allowed back at school. The psychologist was supposed to call her sometime this evening as well, to check on her mental state after being in isolation for nearly a week. It wasn't real isolation, since there was Janet constantly checking on her, as well as the school portal, and her large window which allowed her to look outside at the city. Winter glanced out of it now with a sigh, wondering how people could be so content with their little lives.
She placed her trophies on a shelf, there were even more of them in a box stuffed in the back of her closet, and some at the school as well. There was a knock on the door outside, Winter could hear it. "Can I help you?" Janet asked, but Winter couldn't hear anything else. She counted footsteps, someone had come? Was she being sectioned again? Winter swallowed hard, pressing her ear up against the door, but it didn't sound like wardens. It didn't sound like the psychologist. Winter narrowed her eyes. Claude? That sounded like his voice, masculine. There were two other voices. Elise? Winter's eyes widened. What were they doing here? She looked around for a pin, wishing she could unlock the door and peek out. For now, Winter lay against the ground, her cheek pressed into the carpet, peeking out from underneath the door. All she could see were shoes.
Janet had them in the doorway, no doubt she wouldn't let them inside. Winter sat upright, pressing her ear against the door again. What were they doing here? Her heart hammered in her chest. Had Claude gotten upset that she wasn't answering his texts? She glanced under the door, but the third set of shoes wasn't Vincent, their driver. These shoes were more like sneakers and they were scuffed and muddy, well-worn. The shoes Vincent had worn were polished and shiny. Were they in trouble? Had they come to check on Winter? But why would Elise leave? Claude had said that she was a recluse, hadn't he? Winter grasped her cane, standing upright and looking for something to pick the lock with, she wanted to find out what was going on.