Clara Bishop was a loner. Despite not wanting to admit it, she really was alone. Sure, she had her sister, but her sister was younger and wasn’t in college and had her own problems to deal with. Of course, if Clara had been smarter she would have asked someone else to take care of her sister instead of dragging her to college with her. Why had she done that? Clara was already learning to be an adult just by going to college and then she decided it was better after their parent’s death to bring her emotional, hormonal sister with her to college? Clara loved her sister and would do anything for her and she was tempted to contact her aunt and uncle and ask them to take care of Chelsea. It would mean Chelsea would have to move again, having just moved from Littleton, but maybe they would be able to provide a better life for her.
Walking out of class, Clara was stressed. School had barely started and she already felt overwhelmed. Stress was building up inside her and she wished that she could do something about it. But she didn’t know what to do. She could write – that had helped in the past – but at the moment, her “writing for fun” muse seemed to be hiding in the far reaches of her brain, only allowing the “writing for school” muse to hold power of Clara’s words.
It was still freezing in Colorado and though Clara had grown up with the weather, there was something about the recent cold days that made her think about moving to Southern California. Sure, she would have to worry about fires and earthquakes but they would be better than this god awful snow and cold that she was dealing with at the moment.
Class was over for the day and Clara knew that she should head home to be there when Chelsea got home from school but she wasn’t ready yet. There were things that she knew she should do – study, work on her first paper, read – but she wasn’t going to do anything. Instead, Clara made her way to a bench and sat down. She wanted to cry but she wasn't going to do that here. Not at school. It was cold but instead of just getting up and heading home, she simply pulled her jacket tighter and sat.