OC's in this fic are mostly just to help populate the world around Star, seeing as no one from Amity's around. Eventually she might skype with Kawn or Paulina, maybe even Tucker or Valerie. I'm not too sure and something like that's far off. Morgan's interest in the occult is mostly to lead her to ghosts, eventually. Cause you know, nothing says ~*~ROOMMATE MATERIAL~*~ like developing an interest in one of your major triggers.

Star had gone home and slept the rest of the day. She was incredibly thankful that the only class she had was English, because she didn't think she could find it in herself to care if she ended up missing another class that day. Amity was the kind of town where the stranger things were always brushed off by outsiders as swamp gas, or town-wide hallucinations due to contaminants in the water. Star wished it could be that simple. But it never was.

She woke up at about six that evening, and laid in bed staring at the ceiling until Morgan came home an hour later.

"Lucy, I'm home," Morgan sang out to what she had assumed was an empty room as she entered and tossed her keys on the desk under her bed. She learned early on that it was better to announce her presence than not. The last time she didn't it took her 10 minutes to coax a shaken Star out from under her desk.

Star rolled over to look down at the other girl. "God, you're such a geek," she called back with a halfhearted grin.

Morgan looked up, surprised. "Oh hey, you're here." She took note of Star's slightly disheveled appearance as she started to climb out of her bed. "Take a nap?"

Star nodded and offered a quiet "Yep," as she jumped down the last foot or so to the ground. Her knees bent slightly as she landed, and she smoothed out her skirt when she straightened. She hadn't bothered to change before taking a nap, but that was more because all her clothes were comfortable enough to sleep in. Even her jeans. After being locked in the school overnight the second time she learned that it was better to just wear comfortable clothes.

She walked over to the sink to brush her hair and put her flower clip back in. "How was your day?" she asked, pulling the brush through her long blond hair.

"Pretty good," Morgan replied as she flopped down into her desk chair. "How was yours?" She began her nightly ritual of laying out a tarot spread on her desk.

"Alright, I guess," Star shrugged. It wasn't exactly a lie. The day started fine, and she slept the rest of it. It was the middle part that wasn't so good. Not that she was going to mention that. She didn't want her roommate thinking she was clinically insane, after all.

She grabbed her bag and keys off her desk before turning towards the door. "I'm going to the dining hall, see you later."

Morgan just nodded from her desk, too engrossed in her cards to really pay attention. "Alright."

"I have my keys," Star shouted behind her as the door closed shut. She paused to pull out her wallet with her school ID before shouldering her backpack and heading down the stairs and to the cafeteria. Even though she was six floors up, she felt more like using the stairs than the elevator at the moment. She didn't want to risk getting stuck in an awkward silence with someone on the way down, and considering the fact that there was only one elevator, that was more likely to happen than not.

Once at the dining hall, Star settled into her favorite corner with a burger and some ice water. Her computer was out and head phones in, giving off very clear 'don't talk to me' vibes to those around her. She noticed that she had a new e-mail. It was from Professor Smalls.

He probably wanted an explanation for her storming out of the classroom that day. She wasn't sure if she could really offer much of one, but what else could she do? She couldn't ignore it, and pretend nothing happened. Something in her just… Broke. That was the only way she could think to describe it. She would say snapped but that was too dramatic for the situation. It implied too much fire, heat, and rage. No, inside there was only hurt, and fear. Darkness. She liked to think that this was exactly what a dementor attack felt like. With a sigh, Star opened the e-mail. Why delay the inevitable?

Hello Ms. Jones,

I noticed that you seemed fairly upset as you left class earlier this afternoon. I just wanted to let you know that you were not marked absent from today's class, and there was no assigned homework.

I understand that the transition to college can be very stressful for some students, and I apologize for anything that was said to upset you. Feel free to come to my office if you have any questions or just want to talk. My hours are between 1 and 3 tomorrow, but if that conflicts with your class schedule then I'm sure arrangements can be made.

Professor S. A. Smalls

Rice building room 203

Star was relieved that Professor Smalls didn't seem to hold her disappearing act against her. Well, that was one less thing to worry about, at any rate. She decided it couldn't hurt to stop by his office later tomorrow, though. Star did only have one class tomorrow, and if nothing else it would be something for her to do. She didn't like the fact that she had slept the day away today, but she figured she could make up for it by being more productive tomorrow.

She would probably take a Benadryl tonight, she decided in between bites of her burger. It was far from allergy season for her, but the antihistamine would help her to fall asleep tonight. She would be groggy in math tomorrow, but she wasn't too terribly concerned. She would be even groggier if she didn't sleep at all, and math was her strongest subject. She had always been great at math, even in her freshman year of high school. There was a reason she had done Danny's math homework in a lame attempt to bribe him during the Miss Teenage Happy Princess Beauty Pageant that same year. It was the easiest subject for her, and she had noticed Danny was never able to turn anything in on time. She wasn't surprised when she heard he had no plans on attending college.

Finished with her meal, Star packed up her laptop and started to make her way back to her dorm. She felt better knowing that she had a plan for tonight and tomorrow. Hopefully the Benadryl would knock her out enough that her reoccurring nightmares wouldn't wake her up. No matter how much sleep she got, she still felt so utterly drained after a nightmare, and it always took her nearly two hours to calm down enough to go back to sleep. If she was lucky, tonight would be different. Then again, she considered, if she was lucky, English would have been spent discussing Leprechauns.