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[hr][right][sub]Tags:[@Damo021][b]|[/b] Sunday, after 5 pm [b]|[/b] Heading out of the Girls Dorms[/sub][/right] 

[color=#ff69b4]“If I had known it was a team activity, I would’ve opted out. I’m not much of a team player. I’m not upset with the shock since I think I had an episode. If I have known she would shove this, ” [/color]Ronnie pointed to the container of food in her roommate’s hands[color=#ff69b4], “down my throat I would’ve left class early.” [/color]

She didn’t admit it out loud, but working with others was difficult. A big reason she avoided it. Unlike Matthew, Sparks, Numbers, or Brains, she couldn’t contribute to the danger room. Her eyes glared at the paper that barely reacted to her. 

It didn’t matter.   

Her jaw tightened as she exhaled through her nose to clear her head. By this time, she had finally noticed Oriana’s hair had shifted colors. Obvious it had something to do with Oriana’s powers, but it was none of her business to why. If her roommate wanted to spill the beans, she would listen. With her mind made up, she turned to the other comments. 

[color=#ff69b4]“Cleo’s… not so bad. At least when compared to that one. I can at least handle her type of crazy even if it is overwhelming and the girl needs to take a sedative.” [/color]Ronnie popped off, her hands placed on her leg. It curled against her hip as the other dangled off the bed.

She continued to eye the door and half expected Sparks to come rushing in. When Oriana set the ‘offerings’ down, Ronnie shook her head. Her roommate was right. When her roommate passed her the piece of paper, Ronnie’s right eyebrow rose slightly. She reached out her hand and took it, unsure what to do next. Her dark eyes watched the girl open the door then leave. The room silent as Ronnie’s thoughts surfaced. 

Another frustrated sigh escaped her lips. She pulled out her cell and quickly typed in Oriana’s number, labeling it O for short. Her attention drifted to the container left on her bed end. With a stretch from her position, Ronnie grabbed the food and tugged open the lid. A peppery, biscuit scent entered her nose. 

She scrunched her face up at it. No point in giving into weakness. Unable to refrigerate it or give it back, she simply left it on her desk. Ronnie moved toward the door. In a smooth motion, she grabbed her swimsuit and her jacket along the way. Her hand reached out to cautiously twisted the door open a crack. A glance down the right and left indicate what Oriana said. Uncertain if the sound would draw the crazy student back or not, Ronnie softly shut it behind her. She darted down the hallway toward the nearest exit. 

A few laps in the pool always cleared her head when she managed time for it. She just hoped no one would send her skirting back to her dorms for violating any curfew.