Summer Roberts

Summer was on her bed staring at the ceiling as she listened to a voicemail message from Seth. She rolled her eyes as she listened to him go on an on about his boring job at the comic book store. She sort of half smiled when he was adamant about not being worried about her. She sighed when he told her she should call and let everyone back home know she's okay.

That would defeat the purpose of trying to avoid things at home. That was why Summer erased the message and resumed the staring contest with the ceiling.


[ooc: door's closed, post is open.]

Summer was in a very strange mood. She was feeling kind of depressed for what seemed like no reason at all. At the moment, she had her laptop open in front of her. She missed her friends back home. Emailing them seemed like a good idea.

( Dear Seth )

( Dear Marissa )

Summer wasn't feeling any better. And she'd probably have a lot of questions to answer later. Maybe emailing her friends while feeling emo wasn't the best idea ever.


[ooc: open]