morning..

oh, right. it was the morning after 9's insanely stupid party that every got intoxicated at and did stupid shit. leave it nine to do shit like spike the punch. you barely make it as you get up (stumble) from the bed, clutching the sheets. putting on some random clothes, you half consciously step out of your room.

every algebralien was at the cafeteria, trying to sober up. you walk in, and the chatter seems endless. 4 and x are leaning on eachother like sleepy cats, and zero is staring at a framed picture of 15 he took without permission (it's her chasing him) and crying for some reason. right.