Her desk had never been more cluttered then it was right now. A vast mountain of papers and books, of pens and binders. To put it simply- Charlotte was swimming in school work. College was great and all- and it would be a massive help in her journalism career- but man was it hard. Heaving a defeated sigh, she rubbed the bridge of her nose with her fingers as if that would actually help her growing head ache. She was failing a class already, and another one soon if she didn't catch up. Her main assignment- Miniature Towns- the dwindling population. The damned project was half of her grade in 'Research and Create' class, and it was eating at her alive. This weekend she would take care of it. She'd have an excuse to spend a few weeks in New York, and bang out a report at the same time. It was fool proof.
Sure, she'd have a lot of responsibilities to leave behind. Who would care for Granger? The aging dog couldn't be alone, surely. Maybe, just maybe, her sister would leave her mansion a few towns over to visit and care for him once in a while. Surely Lottie's dismal apartment wasn't too offensive for the uptight lass. But hey- not everyone can just snap their painted fingers and marry a filthy rich model.
So she shot her a text, android to iPhone-
'Could you do me a favor and look after Granger while I'm in New York' Maybe join the real world for a little bit? She didn't add that last part but she longed to.
Lottie already knew New York was her best bet for small towns. She'd done her research. But which one? There was many that peeked her interest. She wanted to pinpoint the exact town with the fewest people so she could really nail this project and pick the grade up.
Red's Junction- population 12.
It topped all, with only 8 housing buildings (6 houses and one apartment complex) you couldn't get much smaller then that. She could have one on one conversations with the people there, without ever really searching far.
She'd leave this Friday, return the Friday two weeks later. Fool proof, right? Charlotte felt herself smirking as she emailed The Yewsflat University, explaining how she would not be returning this Friday. And she climbed into bed, the same smirk playing her face as some sense of accomplishment surged through her veins. In two days she'd be on our way, and leaving this mess behind.
