Don’t Be So Hard On Yourself.

Booksmart (2019) Directed by Olivia Wilde

where   :   outside   the   kkg   haunted   house when   :   around   8pm,   night who   :   open   starter

               she   breathed   in   through   her   nose,   counting   to   four.   the   next   count   of   seven,   while   she   holds,   feels   like   it   goes   on   forever.   then   release.   quinn   exhales,   allowing   the   air   to   whistle   on   her   lips.   eight   counts   this   time.   she   repeated   the   process.   after   a   few   goes   the   sophomore   feels   like   she   can   finally   open   her   eyes.   from   the   grass,   quinn   sees   someone   looming   over   her   immediately.                "come   to   gloat?"   she   croaked,   panic   keeping   its   vice   grip   on   her   throat.

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          ———      ⁂      Quinn's panic attacks had a certain rhythm. First - the freakout, the reaction, the fight or flight. Adrenaline keeping her buoyant through stormy waters. Then - the crash. After what was a horrible experience at KKG's Haunted House, she took an uber home and nosedived into bed. While her peers partied, she overslept, which she had to admit to herself was very Quinn Morrison.

                                     She'd found herself a corner in The Commons and made a home of a grand leather armchair, an americano occupying one hand (in a reusable cup of course) and a book hinged open with the other. Her eyes were beginning to sting from reading. She looked up from the page and connected with Parker. The junior wasn't looking quite her usually pristine self. It was in the small details: slightly puffy eyes, fallen curls, no glow. Quinn smiled sympathetically.

                                                 ❝    Hungover  ?    ❞

who: open where: the commons when: tuesday, november 1st

the commons bustled with just about all of the energy one could expect after a night like halloween. that was to say, not that much. students mulled around the coffee shop, nursing hangovers and trying to finally jump start their day, now that it was past noon. and though parker had washed off all of the spare glitter and showered away all of the alcohol smell one possibly could, spiritually, she was right there with them. one knee bent towards her chest, she’d been curled into the far side of an otherwise vacant couch. red, now loose curls—the remnants of last night’s hairstyle—shielded her profile as she gazed down at a small stack of papers.

august 29th, the letters, the first day of school…

drawing and releasing a deep breath, parker rested her chin in the palm of her hand and looked up. eyes glazed over the space without much purpose until locking eyes with someone nearby. her head shook and eyes blinked, snapping out of her daze with quiet laughter. “hey,” parker called out, resting her forearms over the paper. “sorry, i’m lagging by, like… thirty seconds today.”

Quinn’s apartment 🌺

© Kate Sears, x