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-wanders down the hallway towards Alana's room-

-knocks on the door lightly a few times-

[prizefor-rottenjudgement]

Hungover and Paranoid || Open Para

For an alternate to prison, Disney Prep sure seemed to cut their students a lot of slack. Of course, the downside to that was the intense hangover that she had at the moment. Head pounding like a sexually frustrated fifteen year old boy, Meg finally walked out of her room and headed out to the lobby. There were a few students she recognized from school scattered about, but she did not stop to talk to them. There were very few people at the school that she was interested in talking to, and not all that often. Familiarity breeds contempt, or so the saying went, and she would rather not feel contempt for people she was going to have to spend the next two years with.

As she walked, Meg could feel eyes on her. The paranoia could have been a lasting effect of the coke that had been coursing thorough her system last night, but she did not think so. She spun around quickly on the heel of her boot and snapped, "Can I help you?"