Room 217, Tuesday Afternoon
Feeling a lot less hungover than yesterday, Savannah was stretched out on the bed reading the handouts from her World Mythology class yesterday. She would have to head out to cheerleading practice in a little while, but for right now, she was relaxing in the room, glad that the bizarre weekend was over.
She was buried in things about the Aztecz, Incas and Mayans, but she could be interrupted.
She was buried in things about the Aztecz, Incas and Mayans, but she could be interrupted.