Post by Shelby on Oct 11, 2016 18:29:56 GMT
Once again, Max had been left with the daunting task of unpacking her things and carrying them from the moving van, through the throng of students, up the precarious elevator, and finally to the heavenly door plaqued with her number that fit the lock of her key, but it would be a lie to say that she wasn't already used to the task at hand. Her parent's had only been around to help her once in the ordeal, during her first year attending Metric Academy back in her high school years, and due to her lack of any siblings, she was left by her lonesome to heave her boxes and tubs back and forth onto the carts and trolleys. It didn't help that she had no word yet as to whether or not Ace or Todd or any of her dancing friends had yet to arrive at school, but even then she would have been hesitant to ask them for help, no matter how obnoxious she normally acted towards them during the school year; packing and unpacking was an arduous task for everyone, and she didn't want to burden anyone with her own unpacking.
So, she set to the task herself. After stuffing the majority of the cardboard boxes into her room right next to Amy's--they'd made sure to request a dorm together, just so that they could at least enjoy each other's company, least they get roomed with someone stuck up again like Chardonnay--she sighed and sat back against the mattress. The springs bounced her body, and the fan twirling above cooled the sweat dotting across her hairline. Another year, she told herself quietly, right before a grin stretched across her lips. Another year at this place where all her friends were, where the majority of her great memories were. What kind of troubles would they get into this year; what kind of memories would they make?
Over the summer she had been constantly thinking about that; the state of her being at this school, the implications of what could have been had she not accidentally made her way here. She would have been stuck at home, in a bad area, in a bad state of mind. Perhaps she never would have made it to the success that she had made here, or maybe she would have. Who knew? What kind of people would she know, what kind of relationships would she be in? Speaking of relationships, she wondered what Chase was doing, or whether or not he was even around. The thought made Max blush, and even giggle a little as she thought about the conversations they held with one another over the summer, still... Surprised that they kept in contact, but happy overall. He was amazing to talk to, funny as well, and he knew how to put a smile on her face when she really needed it. And she appreciated it.
That boy was something else. Max reached over and grabbed her phone, now on the thought process off Chase with her stomach flipping and her smile stretching. She went to her text messages with him and started texting him about her dorm, telling him which floor she was one, which number it was, and about the room, saying that she had a lot of unpacking to do but that she had a lot of potential for the room and of how she wanted to decorate it. She even joked that she had a chocolate stuffed pillow with a wink face attached to the end of the sentence and then a jk afterwards, saying that, instead, she wished that he was there to help her unpack but that she couldn't wait to see him whenever they'd next be able to see each other.
Rereading the text, she sent it, shut her phone off, and then set the phone down. Sighing, she looked around the room at all the closed, filled boxes, grabbed a box cutter, and decided that it was better to start getting to work, rather than waiting for later.
