vanillajello | Room 324, Late Thursday Morning

After several days that consisted mainly of sleeping, it was finally time for Kate to do something useful. Mainly, to reorganize all her clothes so the ones she had had her family bring from home would actually fit somewhere, instead of sitting in an unopened bag under her bed.

It was a little celebration, in a way. Reorganizing her stuff made it clear that she had survived the weekend, and wasn’t going to be yanked back to Overland Park. She was here to stay, and her mother didn’t know about the weird.

...Her brother, however, did, if only a little bit of it. She was going to have to have a Talk with that Eric guy at some point.

But the time for that wasn’t now, as she had a slight mess in her hands, as all her clothes were now spread out on her bed and hanging over the backs of chairs as she tried to sort out what should go where.

Her ballet shoes were in an open box on her desk, and she kept wandering over just to look at them. It seemed like such a long time since the last time she wore them. Maybe it was time to get back into an old hobby?

[ooc: Open door, open post.]