"Over the River and Through the Woods"
My roommates are completely and utterly to blame for this nonsense. Disclaimer: I own nothing but myself and my interpretations of my own behaviors… And my roommates own themselves. (SMD: That is, until I succeed at mental domination, which is unlikely.) Weirdest disclaimer ever made.
I hope you're happy (WindyCorners) you inspired me so much IT WOULDN'T LEAVE ME ALONE
Warning: This particular story has three authors, so be prepared. WindyCorners, Silentmidnightdeath, and astick wish you all a merry journey! (*snickers* A stick wishes you a very nice journey)
Corynn was sitting in the game room with her friends; well, it had started out as that, but had dwindled to the point where it was only three of them – somebody sleeping, and the two of them that were attached to their laptops. She tip tap typed away, working on an essay for one of her classes. Or well, that's what she was supposed to be doing. Really, she was just wasting time before she went back to her house. She had three roommates, and they were all honestly an odd bunch. It's not like some of them were obsessed with Tolkien, Supernatural, and Sherlock or anything like that. No, not at all. She was listening quite contently to Fall Out Boy while sitting backwards in the chair. By backwards, the chair was upside with the back on the floor, and that was the part she was sitting down on. You know someone somewhere has gotten an award when a chair is extremely uncomfortable unless laid on the floor with the seat as the back and the back as the seat. It's sad when you think about how much she pays to go to school here.
At least she had started her essay, having written an outline before she grew completely bored and fell to the traps of the Internet. Which meant that she ended up on Facebook, Tumblr, browsing Youtube, and not actually doing her homework.
She heard a vague buzzing noise from her bag and sublimated a groan. That was her phone vibrating. If it was that stupid dysfunctional group chat her freshmen friends had set up, she would be displeased. She pulled her phone out of her bag and opened the message. She grinned at the message before typing back her response.
After a little longer of banging her head against her homework, she grabbed her phone again, sending a second message to Leah. Mental break to Wildwood? The response made her grin and pack up her things, leaving the room and heading back to meet up with her roommates.
Leah stared at her blank screen. The cursor was really starting to annoy her. Actually, the flash, flash, flash of the cursor annoyed her. She groaned and slapped the edge of her desk. This was not getting any easier; she had been trying to write this paper for weeks and was getting nowhere with it.
Maybe Corynn is having better luck. Leah reached for her cell to text her roommate. Hopefully she'll actually read it for once.
Leah typed a quick text and sent it off into the ether. She sighed and stretched against her wooden chair. Maybe it was time for a mental break from reality. In other words, Pinterest. She and Corynn had a bad habit of sending pins to each other instead of doing actual work. Leah quickly decided against this course of action, and shut her laptop before she could get sucked in for the rest of the evening. She looked over at her bookcase and decided to grab one for a short read instead.
Some hours, and a lot of chapters later, her phone buzzed. It was from Corynn: Mental break to Wildwood? Leah grinned, and typed back a response, before grabbing her keys and jacket.
Willow sighed as she set down her pencil and closed her book. Two readings down, one to go. And I still haven't started my paper or my physics problem set. She groaned and planted her forehead on her desk. Why, exactly, did I decide to take Ethics? I knew that professor assigned way too much work. Brilliant planning. Absolutely brilliant.
She sat back up and dragged her history book over from the pile it had been sitting on when her phone buzzed. It was a text from Corynn: Mental break to Wildwood? Willow sent back a hurried Yes! and started putting on her boots.
The leaves were very pretty this time of year; the orange vibrant against the steel grey sky. The trio wandered through the neighborhood around the college, heading to a local park. It had been yet another long, stressful week, and they had much to complain about.
Wildwood park was one of their favorite haunts, a scenic park surrounded by a river, with a rickety wooden bridge connecting the island parts to each other. The only downside was that the park was guarded by an evil goose.
Leah had had a vendetta against the demon goose since freshmen year. The goose, for some reason, always has a gaggle of ducks behind her. Leah had dubbed the goose "Mother B**ch", and her roommates knew better than to let her near this it. But they dropped the ball on this trip. No sooner had Leah turned her back to head towards the swings, when she heard a menacing hiss behind her. She turned slightly just in time to see the evil thing charge at her.
Leah didn't stop to think, she ran. She took off down the path, screaming at the top of her lungs for her roommates to help. Her lungs started to ache and she wheezed horribly as her asthma kicked in. She slowed and bent over, trying to get her breath back, when the goose rammed into her from behind, slamming her into the fence on the side of the path.
She heard her roommates shouting before everything went black.
Corynn laughed as the goose chased her friend around, until the goose turned on her also. This is what lead to her running straight into a tree. As she hit the ground and stared up at the sky dazed, all she could think was: "That was a very nice tulip poplar."
Willow saw the goose before Leah noticed it but, before she could shout a warning, it had started charging. Willow ran after her friend, hoping to distract the goose or scare it away. She noticed Corynn laughing when the goose stopped chasing Leah and went after Corynn instead. She changed directions, still hoping to help her friends, when she tripped over an exposed root, went flying, hit the ground hard, and rolled into a tree. Ouch. That is going to hurt later. Scratch that, it hurts now. She suddenly realized her bag was still on her back. I really hope nothing broke. I hope my water bottle didn't start leaking. She really didn't want to deal with a soaked bag and a wet back; it might be warm, but it was still October.
