Douweis stared at the shelves, not entirely sure why she was here.

Oh, right. Ceridwen asked her to. Main reason. Also, it was a distraction. Homework was done, she ran too much as it was, and if she stayed in her room and stared at walls she either started crying or tearing things apart. It depended on what thing she was obsessing on at the time.

She didn't even like Halloween. All sugar and dressing up and pagan rituals that were commercialized enough that no one cared anymore. She didn't, really. She just didn't like the whole thing.

This was the worst day ever. This morning had gone by so well, that it was hard to believe it could be so bad.

She hated her group. No, she liked Clyde, despite his...everything. Shane she didn't have much an opinion about. But the rest? This group was horrible even if they had the nicest teacher of the school, but they didn't. They had Mr. Caine.

He's just jealous, she said to herself as she walked around the cabin during their lunch break. Hunger was gnawing at her belly, since of course there was no way they'd make anything edible. He can't walk. You're young, full of promise. Of course he'd fail you.

It wasn't because she didn't know science.

She was so hungry.

Why did Track have to be everyday? How did it manage to be every day and still have so many people join it? Douweis grumbled to herself as she made her way back to the dorms, tugging at her hair. It felt like it would bounce out like an afro if she let it out of its ponytail, thanks to sweat, humidity, and being unabled to straighten her hair in the morning anymore.

Bleh. And now she had to worry about tonight as well..

The Complex part is a bit messy, but I think it makes enough sense.

( Insanely long meme omg )

Douweis took a quick break from jogging, leaning against a tree near the entrance/exit gate from school. No hurt ankle! Hurt shoulder, but the bruises weren't so bad.

Did she have homework to do still? She went over her lists in her head, but decided that anything there could wait another fifteen minutes. It was really quite nice out.

"No, Alma, this is a BAD IDEA please, don't," Douweis trailed behind Alma, after grabbing her laptop and shoving it into her bag. Dorms, did she even know which dorm was Arden's, oh let him be gone, this is NOT what she wanted.

Okay, she made it back. Finally. That walk had never taken so long before, and that included her first days on Track, when she was so sore she could barely walk. The jacket was awkward, and she knew she was staining the inside part of it thanks to the blood on her shirt and it was still bleeding oh God please make it stop.

Without even checking if someone was in, she unlocked the door and immedietly went into the bathroom, throwing her jacket and shirt off and washing her face with water as vigouresly as possible.

This was going to be awkward tomorrow. Maybe she could go to the nurses and get a day off, or something...by Monday it should look better.