It was a late night, not a whole lot of commotion going on. Most people had already packed up for the night if they weren't doing tying their boats down for the night. Then there was Hazel. Alone in a small rowboat tied to the dock, she lazed there, doodling on a notebook. The boat was light up well, making her noticeable from relatively close shore. She had a blanket on her as she laid down in the boat.
It had been a few days since the bonfire, and Hazel was still distraught about what she had seen. Going through the halls, all she could think about was her being a failure. Her teachers were probably disappointed with her, Elizabeth and Rowan probably were. Theron probably was disgusted in her, and her parents....No...
She shook her head, going back to her notebook. She was swamping herself with work. Homework, extra credit, and doing commissions. She'll either never have time to think about anything or die of exhaustion. Either or.
It had been a few days since the bonfire, and Hazel was still distraught about what she had seen. Going through the halls, all she could think about was her being a failure. Her teachers were probably disappointed with her, Elizabeth and Rowan probably were. Theron probably was disgusted in her, and her parents....No...
She shook her head, going back to her notebook. She was swamping herself with work. Homework, extra credit, and doing commissions. She'll either never have time to think about anything or die of exhaustion. Either or.