What is this?! ;; Posy ;; Open
The redhead squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head after the screen went blank. No. No, she refused to even try to accept this. Everybody else was gone? Infected, with…with this disgusting disease? Her adopted—no, her family? Her sisters? ..Even her father? She took a deep breath, before screaming as loud as her lungs would allow.
She couldn’t accept it.
Yet she had to put on a show. There were other students here with her, and she would not let them see her weakness. Not ever. Her father taught her to stay strong, but he wasn’t here for her to vent and cry to when the day was over. She’d have to pretend. She wanted to make him proud.
So, she had found herself stood in front of her door, straightening out her skirts, and twisting the handle to step out into the doorway. To her surprise, there was already somebody out in the hallway. Someone she recognised to the bus. Posy shoved that memory aside and put a hand to her skirt, curtseying politely.
"Hello. How are you?"
If she was going to act, she was going to act correctly.