Post by STEPHEN JAMES ADAMS on Dec 22, 2012 0:41:18 GMT -5
Stephen wasn't much into the whole social deal; and not just at Rosewood, but just about anywhere. But he often made an appearance at events throughout the year. He knew his grandmother worried about him and so he took precautions to help make sure she was kept in happy thoughts; he hated to have her anything but.
So, he found himself getting dressed in formal attire to attend Rosewood's annual Christmas Ball. He had no date and didn't have a clue who all would be there, but even if he did, it wouldn't make a difference. He would still just as easily slide in through the back, take a seat (or piece of floor) towards the outer limits, say hello to a few teachers and students he'd known for what seemed like forever, and then not even an hour later, he'd be slipping out the door again.
This was his typical routine at social obligations and as he neared the doors, he prepared himself to complete the tradition. He walked in, unannounced and unnoticed and grabbed a vacant spot between some freshmen he didn't know and a table of snacks that appeared almost untouched and waited for the seconds to pass.
