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[color=dcdcdc][b][color=a9a9a9][i]W[/i] a y  D o w n  W e  G o ,  P a r t  I[/color][/b]
[b][color=a9a9a9]location:[/color][/b] Howard Johnson's Motel → P. Johnson's
[b][color=a9a9a9]interacting with:[/color][/b] Sebastian [i]([@Lionhearted])[/i], Sara [i]([@banjoanjo])[/i], Meir [i]([@Severance])[/i], & Freya [i]([@Eleven])[/i]
[b][color=a9a9a9]◂◂  II ▸▸[/color][/b]  [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dN6TARt-28Y][color=dcdcdc]Working for the Weekend — Loverboy[sup]§[/sup][/color][/url][/color][/sup][/center][/cell][/row][/table][indent][color=dcdcdc]The only way she can describe the feeling is as if she was taking a long hike up Mount Everest, and when she is finally at the top to cozy up by a fire, she’s tossed right back over the edge – except it’s worse. It’s worse because a weird sense of old friend obligation is having her walk off the edge willingly – worse because that cozy fire was fuckin’ Death Valley, one of the warmest places on earth. And the spot she fell upon, the spot where her body lay in eternal existential crisis? People who lived on Mount Everest and hiked better than any other hiker traipsed down like a woman in a tampon advertisement to dance around her shallow grave. Genesis doesn’t remember much of her classmates, except that she hated them and she imagines they are probably good at hiking or other sporty, impressive things.

[b][color=a9a9a9]“Hi, is this the front office?” [/color][/b] A fly, smug and obnoxious, buzzed about her ears and brown locks; Genesis pawed the air and squeezed her fist until she could feel its body give out in the folds of her palm. [b][color=a9a9a9]“It is? Great. So, um, I was just wondering if there was another channel or if I would be stuck listening to the fuckin’ [i]worst[/i] children’s show in the [i]history[/i] of America all week.” [/color][/b]

[b][color=a9a9a9]“Sorry, ma’am, we only get that channel…”[/color][/b]

Genesis scrunched her eyes up and counted to three. She’s a better person now; a professional, an adult – composed, collected. [b][color=a9a9a9]“Yeah, well, it fuckin’ sucks and you’re a fuckin’ failure. Don’t call me again.” [/color][/b]

[b][color=a9a9a9]“But you were the one who–”[/color][/b]

Nailed it.

As if taunting her, the noise from the TV intensified when Elmo appeared on the screen, all high-pitched and yelling. Maybe if Genesis glared at it hard enough, it would burst into flames, and possibly take her with it so she wouldn’t have to reunite with any of her classmates. Except Jack. Genesis actually would like to catch up with Jack.

[b][color=a9a9a9]“Today’s word of the day is: imagination!” [/color][/b]

[i]Click.[/i] [b][color=a9a9a9]“Yeah, imagine if I could wring your neck.” [/color][/b]

The TV flickers and turns black. With its static gone, silence fills in the void left by Elmo’s voice, and Genesis is almost tempted to turn the TV back on. Now, all she can do is sit in the quiet and think about seeing her classmates again. Her classmates that remember her as an utter mess (which is a fair assessment) and a complete bitch. Well, the last one hadn’t changed much. 

Before her thoughts could become even more emo, her phone vibrated against her thigh (because ringtones are for losers) with a message from Jack. A beat later, and someone responded to the apparent group message. Time to face the music.

[b][color=a9a9a9]“Hi, is this the front office? It is? Great. So I was just wondering if you knew whether Delton has Uber or Lyft?” [/color][/b]

[b][color=a9a9a9]“Um, no ma’am, I don’t think so.” [/color][/b]

[b][color=a9a9a9]“Fuckin’ piece of shit town.” [/color][/b] [i]Click.[/i]

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Without a car or anyone to get a lift from, Genesis’s only option left was to take a nice lengthy stroll to P. Johnson’s. Even though it could be considered a good workout, the walk ended too soon.

Genesis hesitates at the entrance, hovering slightly at the door and hoping no one could see her lurking like a total creep.

[b][color=a9a9a9]“Whatever.” [/color][/b] Genesis mutters to herself, as if the simple word could shrug off all the shame and embarrassment she felt from her high school years. At least it gave her the courage to square her shoulders and enter P.J’s.

If she is being quite honest, Genesis doesn’t really remember the faces of her classmates. While she could blame it on her extracurricular activities, in truth it was due to her not caring about anyone outside of herself. Genesis didn’t really account for other people being at the establishment and being unable to locate anyone. The only face she could really recall was Jack’s, and Jack was nowhere to be seen. There was an ugly contraption surrounded by a group of people – the time capsule.

Genesis approaches them without showing an ounce of the nervousness she is experiencing, something she is quite proud of. [b][color=a9a9a9]“Where’s Jack?”[/color][/b]

[i]Fuck,[/i] Jack better show up soon because Genesis does not want to be around these people otherwise.
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