Phoebe rose early, as was her habit, and was jogging around the school grounds Anyone watching her would realise that she seemed distracted, going through the motions of running the same path she always did, her feet doing the work, while her mind was else were.
She was thinking about the day before, lunch with Ryan and his father. It had been an enjoyable lunch, and a good time. For once, despite everything, Phoebe felt like a normal girl, just having lunch with a boyfriend's parent. It had been good to laugh, and Phoebe was always up for Pizza. It had been better, because she could just be open, something she hadn't found until coming to the school.
She loved it. Not one part of her doubted how she felt about Ryan, and she had worried that things would be different on her return, and she refused to think about the night she had gone with her mother. That made her pause in her stride, and her eyes widened slightly. Did Ryan expect her to introduce him to her father, to batman? How would she even go about doing that, "Hi Dad I've only known for like five days, this is my boyfriend!". That seemed like a disaster waiting to happening, and she was more than nervous, given how her mother had reacted.
She swallowed, and realised she was back at the girls dorms. She made her way back to her room, showering and changing. She glanced at the time, absently growing an orange, and peeling the skin as she made to write a letter.
Dear Mother,
I miss you. It's only been a few days back at the school, and I feel like everything's changed. I have an idea of what I want to do now, rather then just a dream. I wish I could see you-it would be easier to talk, without wondering if this will even get to you. I suppose I'll just trust the chlorofiend to get it to you.
I just wanted touch base.
Love, Phoebe
she folded the piece of paper up, nice and small, and leaned back in he chair, creating a small, hand sized Chlorofiend, "Please take this to Poison Ivy" She said softly, giving the mini monster the letter. Phoebe had learned quickly that the plants and her mother had a special relationship, and generally plants seemed to know her. Phoebe smiled, and watched the little chlorofiend bare its teeth, raising its arms and accepting the letter, before scuttling off, out the window.
She then grabbed her things, heading out to the gym, finishing off her orange. She didn't know what was going to happen from here on out, in her life, but she found that she knew she could face it.
And that was all that mattered.