Room 516, Monday Morning
Sep. 19th, 2016 10:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thewrathofkaanWell, Roscoe's minor nightmare that he'd discussed with Tip last week had come true. His mom had gotten wind of the whole Parents Weekend thing, and now she was talking about coming in for it.
He scowled at his tablet as he read her text for the second time. It was almost menacing in its sincerity - and ordinarily he'd love to see his mom, but having her come here would shatter the level of distance he was so grateful for. At least he was pretty sure his dad couldn't make it, being in jail and all. But then there was his grandpa and Uncle Malcolm, and the thought of them interacting with Monica was almost as bad.
Maybe he still had time to get violently ill before the weekend. Or leave the country. He started to brainstorm possibilities instead of responding to his mom's text.
He scowled at his tablet as he read her text for the second time. It was almost menacing in its sincerity - and ordinarily he'd love to see his mom, but having her come here would shatter the level of distance he was so grateful for. At least he was pretty sure his dad couldn't make it, being in jail and all. But then there was his grandpa and Uncle Malcolm, and the thought of them interacting with Monica was almost as bad.
Maybe he still had time to get violently ill before the weekend. Or leave the country. He started to brainstorm possibilities instead of responding to his mom's text.
