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Applauds filled the room as Anastasia finished her speech. If they were real or only for show, she didn’t know nor care about. Her feet were aching and her hands were shaking and she was having trouble breathing in her tight dress but she was enjoying herself. Which was a surprise, because she hadn’t at first. The crowds, the cameras, the people. She'd been in the limelight for years, so she was used to it, but she’d been keeping out of the public eye for some months now so it all felt new again. She liked it. As she stepped off the stage, she managed to spot a familiar face in the crowd and ran to them, hooking her arm around said persons shoulders. “The hostess with the mostess, at your service.” she said cheerily, adrenaline pumping through her veins. “Enjoying yourself, I hope? If not, we can totally sneak into the possibly non-existent broom closet.” A playful smile sprayed across Ana’s lips.

"That feel when you can’t go see the new Star Wars movie with all your friends because you have to freaking work.”

“They finally turned on the lights! This is easily my favorite time of the year between the snow and the endless strings of Christmas lights it’s almost magical.”

“Ahh hold the door please!” Meg called out trying to shuffle a little faster with the box that was almost as big as she was. While she was grateful that the weather was finally to look less like summer and more like fall she feared what the grey sky was threatening. She didn’t want her students projects ruined by a little rain shower. 

“You know what sucks? All these freaking Halloween cake orders, that’s what. Like, seriously people. Stop stuffing your face with this sugary crap and try an apple once in a while.”

Will sat at the park bench outside of the apartment complex staring blankly at the pretty much empty page in front of him. He had thought that sitting outside with his laptop would give him something to clear his writer’s block with. There was no such luck for him. The bland, empty space of his apartment reminded him of just how alone he felt and gave him no means of inspiration. However, the silence outside was just as stifling as the silence inside. He hadn’t realized that he had been crying until a tear drop landed on one of the keys on his keyboard. Will tried wiping the tears away with his shirt sleeve, but one by one they trickled down his face. He couldn’t write away his homesickness this time, at least not with this obnoxious writer’s block.