Room 317, Thursday Night

She didn't know why she was doing this, other than a sudden attack of something like homesickness. But Z sat down at her desk, fired up her computer, and started typing a letter she would never send.

Dear Jack,

And then she didn't know what to say next. 'You're a moron and I miss you'? 'Holy cow, this school is chock-full of Power Rangers'? It wasn't like it mattered anyway, so after staring at the screen for about ten minutes, she sighed, deleted the document, and went back to pirating music.

Gosh, she hoped SPD wasn't monitoring her computer...

((Door is closed, post is open.))