"I haven't decided yet, really. I've applied to a few schools, but from the ones that accepted me, I'm still torn." Megan paused. "I haven't decided on a major yet, either - maybe something in music, or even though it's a bit of a cop-out, English. I really need to stop second guessing myself."
After a few moments, Megan looked down at her Government book, still open to the glossary with her sheet of notebook paper and the pencil resting on the right page. With this slowly dying conversation (along with figuring that she had enough time to chill out and with the slowly increasing number of people at her table), she pulled the pencil out, closed the book, and stuffed them in her bag as she rose out of her seat.
Megan looked into Francis's eyes and said, "Uhm, yeah...I guess I should go. Thanks for the book suggestion, Francis..." Hoping that neither of the boys would hear her, she said to herself, "...And for sitting with me
She felt a little bad leaving so soon after Gavin sat down, so she faced him and said, "Oh, and I'll see you later, Gavin." Megan nodded at him and walked towards the front of the library, passing through the doors Gwen walked through moments before.
It was a small and forgettable experience sitting at the table with Francis (and later Gavin), but Megan didn't care. It was all she needed, a rest from her week.
((Megan Emerson continued in Joy