Emma had been wandering around her house for days with nothing to do. Nothing at all to do- at. all. She had a sinking feeling that she should be doing something, a remnant of the feelings that plagued her for the entire school year. If she really would sit down to think about it, she would see that there were no deadlines and no responsibilities because this is summertime. So she watched some Dawson's Creek and wandered around the internet for a while before deciding to trek over to North South street for a while.
Peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich in hand, she made the journey to Bray's Recapping service for multiple reasons. One had to do with the fact that her oil needed to be changed 6 or 7 hundred miles ago and her car had recently been making sounds that would alert any normal person of certain demise. The other was just a routine tire-rotation. So she dropped it off at the friendly and somewhat podunk mechanic's and walked up to deliver the yummy lunch to her starving mother at the high school. She then hung out with the English teachers for a while whose respective demeanors had taken a drastic change for the brighter since the end of school less than 24 hours ago at the time.
The next hour was spent sitting outside of Bray's, talking to whichever mechanics happened to stop by. Dean Bray then made conversation with her for a while, friendly and reminiscent of how small-towns are usually stereotyped. Her experience with this stereotype wasn't negative; in fact, she realized the charm of small towns in that moment. She considered getting angry about the ridiculous wait she was experiencing, but then realized that she had nowhere to be and nobody to get mad at since most of them seemed honestly sorry to be taking a while. Plus, nobody likes an annoying customer. For that one hour, it didn't really matter that she might be late coming home which might make her sister have to take on the driving responsibilities presented by Jill and Charlotte's need to be in Pilot.
She wasn't late, much to the joy of Kate, and ended up making the trek to Pilot and back. At about 4:49 she started on her way to Chile Verde to meet up with her Senior Leader friends for one last dinner get-together before they all parted ways for the summer. It was a fun dinner, they sat outside so they could be as loud and free to talk as they wanted. It's fun times like this that she will miss about her Senior year. Not all of the silly drama and ugly homework, but the fun and carefree hanging out. She unfortunately had to cut out early on the hanging out- missing the trip for ice cream in favor of going to SCUBA class.
The class itself wasn't bad, it was being underwater in that dirty, dirty, disgusting, nearly vomit-inducing RCC pool water that really got to her. Only one more class and 4 quarry-dives to go on until she can finally be set loose to explore tropical waters, though. Once at home she wrote some thank-you notes and ate some delightful raspberry pie while anxiously awaiting the announcement of our 2005 American Idol. Carrie Underwood it is! She knew it all along. Her faith in this "country girl with heart" was never shaken. Sure, the rocker could've won, but it just seemed unlikely. The votes previously grabbed by Vonzell would surely go to Carrie. She wasn't that attached to this season, though, because it came on during the timeslot of Gilmore Girls. She does owe her alliegance to House somewhat to American Idol, because House came on immediately after the singing extravaganza and she'd watch it with her family. Ahh, Primetime TV. It takes a little planning, but optimal viewing experience can be obtained.
She now sits at her computer and thinks about the joy she will be experiencing in T minus 6 days when she will be at Cheerio. But first she has to get through Graduation- a monumental task indeed.
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