Hanna Marin

Hanna was pretty much dead to the world this morning. Perhaps the spiked punch she drank last night was part of the reason for that. Or maybe being Saturday morning was the reason. She always slept in later on weekends.

Whatever. She was sleeping in because she could. She had a right to do so without being interrupted by someone knocking on her door.

( Wherein Hanna is not awake enough for this, yet )

[can be open]

Hanna sat straight up in her bed, looking around suspiciously. She was always on alert, even when she was sleeping. It's what she was taught her whole life. She knew she was in constant danger of being found or worse. She didn't know who to trust. So that was her life. Constant alert. Constant distrust.

She was on her own. She couldn't stay in one place for very long, of course. So now she was here...wherever this was. She could learn to adapt here for a little while. She had to.

[Hanna is now Hanna from the movie of the same name; open!]

Hanna had tried not to think about Parents Weekend too much and how disappointing it was shaping up to be. Her mom had just called to let her know she wouldn't be able to make it this weekend. Work had gotten crazy busy. She promised to make it up to her, which probably meant a shopping trip in Hanna's near future. Still, she wished her mom could be here since she was the only parent who even considered it.

Maybe it was time for Hanna to try to reach out to her dad. She knew he probably didn't want to hear from her after the disastrous non-wedding, but she had to try.

"Hi Dad," Hanna began, her voice shaking a bit as she started her message. Of course it went to voicemail. "I know I'm, like, the last person you want to hear from, but...I'm sorry...about everything. I didn't mean to..."

She paused, taking a breath before continuing. "I'd rather tell you all this in person, so...whenever you're ready, let me know. Talk to you soon."

She hoped. She was prepared for more disappointment, though.

[mostly establishy; can be open if you don't mind SP]