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JOEY YOUNG FEELS stupid. Dumb, idiotic, ashamed, regretful, she feels all of it right now, right there in her very own dorm room on her very own bed. Stupid, stupid, stupid,stupid.Did she mention dim-witted? Slow? Simpleminded? Bone-headed is also a word she would use to describe herself right then. Was it her fault?Yes. Did she regret it?Definitely.Will she be doing it again?Probably.
So, yes, Joey Young comes to the conclusion that she is stupid. Because Joey Young not only missed breakfast, she skipped lunch (it was and wasn't her fault!) and managed to forget dinner entirely. And no this is not a drill she is slowly dying on her bed and Rue Parsons — her dorm mate and resident jerk of room B9, doesn't care.
Joey Young groans, throwing a tan arm over her face, shielding her eyes from the flickering light of their faulty lightbulb. She's sprawled out miserably across her bed that's not as hard as nails because a bed like that would be betterthan the one she was on. Rue Parsons is on the bed diagonal from her own, mimicking a position similar to Joey Young's, trying desperately to ignore the light and attempting feebly to convince Joey Young to turn it off.
"Just turn it off." Rue Parsons groaned out, like it was just that easy, her feet kicking in a miniature tantrum (which was mostly for emphasis and slightly out of frustration). But Joey Young doesn't care because she isn't listening because nothing Rue Parsons can say will make her death any easier. She can feel the life being sucked out of her like a vacuum and Joey Young couldn't find it in herself to care about any other light than the one she was beginning to see behind closed lids (and not just any light,the light).
In response to Rue's plea, Joey Young lets out a groan, sinking further into her own bed (which as of now was referred to as a pool of death, to Joey Young at least). She tries her best to ignore Rue, but she won't shut up and Joey Young can feel her stomach growling and a hollow feeling resting in her gut, where food should be, but life sucks and it doesn't work out as you plan — or don't plan.In this moment, right now, in her dorm room, Joey Young is struck down with an idea like lightning. A stupid, stupid, stupid idea — but genius in the eyes of the beholder (and yes she knows she used that metaphor wrong, but she doesn't care because that may just be her last thought and she'll be darned if it's not poetic).
