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Feb. 25th, 2019 05:27 pmRegan doesn't usually try to get into trouble. She's a good kid, she thinks. But Creepy Tim has sort of permeated her life in ways she really, really would rather he not, and so she's started to adjust accordingly. Frank is teaching her self defense after school some days, and she goes to Greta's to do homework — she tells her it's just calmer there, so she doesn't worry — and when she's not doing either of those things, she's hiding in her room.
But she doesn't want to hide.
So she sneaks behind the main desk to sneak a peek at volunteer schedules.
It's against the rules. Something-something breach of privacy, or something like that. But she wants to be in the rec room, and she doesn't want to be there while Creepy Tim is around. She's got a remote control drone and some tools in her old bag. The rocket is hiding safely in its red kerchief in her room, away from prying eyes. Today isn't a day for homework. It's a day for fun.
She looks around, casually at first, and then a little more intently when she feels like she's successfully dubbed the coast clear. She flips through a couple of the folders on the desk, then peeks into the drawers, looking for some sort of ledger or file folder, or something, something that'd tell her if Creepy Tim is supposed to be there.
But she doesn't want to hide.
So she sneaks behind the main desk to sneak a peek at volunteer schedules.
It's against the rules. Something-something breach of privacy, or something like that. But she wants to be in the rec room, and she doesn't want to be there while Creepy Tim is around. She's got a remote control drone and some tools in her old bag. The rocket is hiding safely in its red kerchief in her room, away from prying eyes. Today isn't a day for homework. It's a day for fun.
She looks around, casually at first, and then a little more intently when she feels like she's successfully dubbed the coast clear. She flips through a couple of the folders on the desk, then peeks into the drawers, looking for some sort of ledger or file folder, or something, something that'd tell her if Creepy Tim is supposed to be there.
