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[right][hr][sub][color=E0633C][b]Location: Cafeteria
Interactions: Georgia
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After Georgia, Gavin, and Sawyer had left she turned to Carter and offered him only a smile and a small thanks before she wandered off.  She had set about cleaning up the vomit on the floor that Georgia had left behind.  Once satisfied she had cleaned it up properly she sat by the poolside with a bottle of tequila and a cigarette constantly in her hands.  She was one of the last to leave, not having realized the party had ended as she had been on her own most of the night.  She left the mostly drunken bottle beside the chair and called a taxi to take her home.

Despite her horrid hangover, Bea still woke up at her normal time.  She threw up, drank some water, brushed her teeth, danced, showered, and then set about painting.  There were a lot of hard feelings she was trying her best to understand but they kept slipping past her fingers.  She was working on a huge canvas.  The painting itself was abstract in that it was mostly color with undefinable shapes.  Maybe as you looked you might see a face or a tree.  Then you would lose it right away - the image blending into the background and never fully in reach.

She spent her whole weekend on this painting and brought it to school with her to finish.  She parked her truck and carried the unwieldy canvas to the art room.  She would come back for it.  Her first class was English.  With Jordan.  Her heart hurt.  Bea sat down at her desk and he wasn't there.  Why did that hurt so much?  It wasn't like he was dead.  She zoned out most of the class, her eyes never concentrating on the board or what was said.  She tapped her pen against her leg and after a while, it started to hurt.  She stared down at the blood spilling slowly from her leg and realized she had not pulled out a pen but an Exacto knife from her bag and had been stabbing it into her leg.

Wiping the object on her school skirt she tucked it away and packed up her things before raising her hand.  When finally called on she said she had hurt herself and needed to go to the nurse.  It wasn't until she stood with the blood soaking her sock that the teacher understood.  She was escorted to the nurse's office where she was told that she would need stitches.  Bea refused.  Her dads were called and she was taken to the hospital where they patched her up.

The dads had tried to question her about all of this.  She had no answers.  They wanted to take her home but Bea wanted to go back to school.  Her painting was there.  They relented only on the agreement that she would see her therapist right after school and she came back just in time for lunch.  Bea limped her way into the cafeteria, looking for Georgia.  She found her just as Max was leaving.  She sat at the table and greeted both Georgie and Chrys.  [color=E0633C]"Afternoon,"[/color] she said softly and produced her usual tomato and mayo sandwich.  [color=E0633C]"Have you submitted anything to the photography contest?  Preparing anything for the County Competitions?"[/color]  She was referring to the event where schools would compete in various divisions of the arts.  Those who won would go statewide, if they wone there they would then go to national.