- Stackhouse Residence [Bon Temps, Louisiana, Tuesday afternoon]
- September 13th, 2011
Sookie was done with her first week of classes.
Sookie had spent nearly fifty bucks on gas this week, going back and forth from Shreveport -- not to mention the five hundred of Eric's money she'd had to drop on textbooks. Jesus Christ, Shepherd of Judea, that was a lot of money for books.
But she was happy. She was in classrooms -- usually wearing the shield necklace Karla had given her so she could concentrate -- and learning, and no one was treating her like a freak, and everyone even sounded like her and it was just...nice. And she had a job! Sam had taken her on her first week back, and now, she was one of the regular waitresses, every Friday and Saturday night, and the odd lunch shift.
Now, though, she was stretched out on her living room floor, highlighter in hand as she studied her psychology notes. While she'd initially been kidding, the idea of a double major in psychology and social work appealed, despite the idea of how hard the work would be. Her phone was nearby, though, and part of her was sort of hoping someone might call and interrupt.
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