Riot

Chapter 5

'Alright then, enjoy the rest of your breakfast', I said while getting up. I put my plate in the sink and turned around to face Alison and her brother.

'I'll see you later', I said.

'Thanks, you too. Have a good day', Alison answered a bit stiffly.

We hadn't really spoken at all at breakfast. I sensed she was feeling very uncomfortable with the situation. Although I wasn't really sure why. Mike and I hadn't clashed like she had been expecting. I didn't even dislike him really, though he came off a bit odd. I wondered wether that was a normality or if maybe something was off. He came off a bit sad, a bit lost even. I couldn't help but feel bad for him, even though I had absolutely no clue as to what could be going on. If anything.

I just smiled at the both of them, then grabbed my bag and my jacket and left the apartment.

 I just knew Alison would be making excuses for my presence at breakfast. It was a bit hurtful really, the way she tried to work her way around me to please her brother. Mike didn't really seem to mind me, it was probably all in her head. But she didn't seem to think about my feelings, when she obviously showed me she wanted me to leave. Now that I was thinking about it, it was absolutely crazy she felt the need to do that for her brother at all. She was so concerned with his wishes that she tried to please him even when she didn't know what he did or didn't want. 

After my lecture had ended I quickly hopped by the library to turn in the book I had finished a couple days earlier, before it expired and would cost me money I didn't have. I handed it to the librarian, who smiled at the title.

'A room of one's own, Virginia Woolf. How'd you like that, darling?'

I smiled back at her.

'It was empowering', I replied.

'Have you read Mrs. Dalloway yet?' She asked.

I shook my head.

'Oh, you should', she said cheerily. 'I think you'd like it.'

'I'll check it out', I replied. 'Thank you.'

She smiled sweetly and nodded.

'Oh, Marylee', I heard behind me when I walked away. I turned around. 'We're hosting an event this evening. There'll be feminist authors as well. Maybe you'd like to attend?'

I smiled.

'We are attending, yes. Sheila, Jan, Ava and me. Madeline couldn't make it, I believe.'

'Great', she smiled. 'You know where to find Virginia Woolf right?'

I nodded smiling.

'I do, thanks.

I turned around again and went to find the novel that was recommended to me. I quickly found it and sat down at one of the tables that were meant for studying purposes. I got out my study books and emerged myself in the many facets of anthropological research, getting a head start on one of the essays I was expected to turn in the following week.

I had just finished when I looked at the clock and found it was time to leave. I was meeting with my sisterhood, like we did every Wednesday afternoon. We mainly discussed our views and the things that had caught our attention over the past week. An important meeting to keep all of us sharp and motivated.

I quickly scribbled down some notes before I closed my books and wrapped them up. I grabbed my bag and started towards Sheila's house.