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complexfemalecharacter) wrote2020-06-16 01:19 pm
complexfemalecharacter) wrote2020-06-16 01:19 pm
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School is wrapping up for everyone but Maeve.
She watches as people in the care home talk about their exams, compare notes, cram the night before. The only person she really talks to at the home is Rue and she gets the feeling Rue isn't as worried about exams as most of the other kids are, so Maeve isn't even really able to get a sense of what she has to look forward to next year. It's just life going on around her and she's sitting there watching it.
Eventually, she just has to bail. With her phone in the back pocket of her jean shorts, a bit of cash in her pocket, Maeve heads for the record store. She doesn't have anything to play records on, all her music is on her phone now, but soon she'll be out of the home and soon she can get herself a proper turntable and listen to whatever the hell she wants, so she might as well pick up some music now.
It isn't even until she's through the door that she remembers this is where Steve works. She stops short, catching sight of him as he waves at a coworker, and she realizes he's wrapping up a shift. On his way out. Maybe the perfect opportunity for her to hang out with someone who won't be talking constantly about the exams she's not taking.
"Hi," she says when he's near enough. "Just finishing?"
She watches as people in the care home talk about their exams, compare notes, cram the night before. The only person she really talks to at the home is Rue and she gets the feeling Rue isn't as worried about exams as most of the other kids are, so Maeve isn't even really able to get a sense of what she has to look forward to next year. It's just life going on around her and she's sitting there watching it.
Eventually, she just has to bail. With her phone in the back pocket of her jean shorts, a bit of cash in her pocket, Maeve heads for the record store. She doesn't have anything to play records on, all her music is on her phone now, but soon she'll be out of the home and soon she can get herself a proper turntable and listen to whatever the hell she wants, so she might as well pick up some music now.
It isn't even until she's through the door that she remembers this is where Steve works. She stops short, catching sight of him as he waves at a coworker, and she realizes he's wrapping up a shift. On his way out. Maybe the perfect opportunity for her to hang out with someone who won't be talking constantly about the exams she's not taking.
"Hi," she says when he's near enough. "Just finishing?"