H-how… how could he do this? Just drop her like a piece of trash? Her heart was racing, and her vision was blurred. She could feel her quills shaking, a few falling to the floor. She simply sat there in a mixture of disbelief and fear for some time, before finally breaking down into tears. She couldn't tell how long it was, but when she woke up the sun was shining, casting a glare into her eyes. She was still in her clothes from the night before, her favorite striped shirt with a pair of quills sticking through and a plaid skirt.
She rose to her feet, heading into the kitchen. She rooted through the cupboards before finally settling on a toaster pastry. As she slid the timer into place, she was still thinking about why. Why would he dump her so callously, for some other girl? They… they had something together. Her thoughts were interrupted by the ding of the toaster finishing, and she grabbed the pastry taking a bite. Strawberry? Blech. She tossed the pastry into the trash, heading out the door.
Her stomach growled in protest as she staggered her way to the theater. She tried to ignore it, but eventually it got her into a fast food joint. By the time she realized what was going on, she was already through her second breakfast sandwich. She finished the one she had left before heading back out, picking the pace up a bit. She glanced down at her phone to see… 9:48!? She had to be there at nine! Ugh, Moon was going to kill her…
When she finally made it to the theater, she stopped. Something felt… off. Like someone was staring at her. She turned to look, and she saw a poster. Must just be the lack of sle- wait, was that Lance?! A-and Becky?! She fell on her butt, staring in horror at the poster on the wall. She finally managed to tear her gaze away long enough to get into the theater.