Boone's trying to get some of that whole 'packing to go home for the summer' thing out of the way. There's a duffel bag open on the bed, and a trunk open on the floor. Curiously, it seems like there's no progress being made.

The door's open.

[[Come say bye for the summer! He should be back - and much more active - in the fall. But, yes, come say adieu for now. It's likely he'll have stuff to give.]]

There's not too many pages marked. He should have gotten out more.

Headshots
Classes
Spring Break
Valentine's Dance
Prom
Anti-Emo Pool Party
Dorm life

Boone's laying on his stomach on the bed, laptop open before him.

He might have looked busy, but the tell-tale chirp of an instant messaging program belied that.

Music was blaring - loudly - from the stereo on the desk.

[[Feel free to yell at him to turn it down. Or just yank the cord of the wall. The door's open.]]

I'd like to apologize for not being around much this week, as either Boone or Tonks. I've got the flu, so the majority of the week's been spent, you know, sick in bed... Also? Just for general knowledge, I'm going to be AFK from the fifteenth to the twentieth. Sorry!

Boone wakes in slow degrees, slightly later than he'd intended. On the bedside table, his alarm clock was blaring. Muttering softly under his breath -- the sixteen-year-old wasn't much of a morning person -- he reaches to turn it off, fingers fumbling until he found the snooze button.

Monday:
3 - Speech 301

Tuesday:
1 - Business Law
3 - Speech 301
6 - Human Resource Management

Wednesday:
3 - Speech 301

Thursday:
1 - Business Law
3 - Speech 301
6 - Human Resource Management
7 - Music 201 - Music of the Multiverse

Friday:
3 - Speech 301
7 - Music 201 - Music of the Multiverse

Boone follows Sawyer out of the gym. They're not even ten feet away from the doors before Boone digs the pack of cigarettes out and hands it over to Sawyer.

"Just...don't talk about my sister like that, okay?"

As per the4thsister's suggestion, Boone stayed in his room. All weekend. With a killer headache.

Something was going on outside, and Boone didn't want to be a part of it. He hid under his bed and in his closet, eating the little snacks he had stashed in his room. He really wwished he had a roommate, someone to talk to. But, good_shepard had...disappeared, and Boone wondered if he should try to talk to...someone about that. principalconnor was on vacation, though, so...

Well, that really wasn't the foremost concern with all the commotion going on. Boone didn't know there were zombies swarming the school, because thankfully they didn't infest the dorms, and no one came anywhere near Boon'e sdoor. He only knew something was happening out there, and knew instinctively it was something he didn't want to be a part of.

By Sunday morning, the commotion seemed to have died down. Even his head ache had...not really tapered off, but it had changed. He needed good, nourishing food. Preferably from the diner in town, but...Boone wasn't sure he wanted to venture into town. He might have to settle for the cafeteria, and take his chances there...