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Odette wished she had never agreed to let Margo come home with her during the first few days of the holidays. If she had known what would happen at the yule ball (and it had NOT been her fault) she wouldn't have. But her mother had kept asking her about her friends in her letters to Odette, to the point where part of Odette had wanted to prove to her that she had made friends. She now wished she had asked one of her other friends to join her. But like it or not, Margo was the closest thing she had to a 'best friend', whatever that really meant.
Odette had pretended to sleep for most of the train ride to avoid the awkwardness that was between them now. It had been pretty obvious to everyone that Odette had thrown the drink over Margo on purpose. She had done it in a fit of anger and now wished she had handled it differently, though she wasn't sure how. She couldn't pretend to be sleeping once they had arrived, though, and led Margo silently to the part of the platform where her mother would be waiting, if she was on time. She wasn't. The two of them had to wait for a few minutes before her mother appeared. Rebecca walked to them while talking on her phone, a handbag dangling from her arm as she looked around. Odette found it quite impressive how she always managed to look incredibly busy and like you had to be lucky to get any of her time, when, as far as she knew, she only worked a few days in the week and didn't have to do much work outside of her shifts at the office. It was odd how being away from her for a few months each year made things like this clear to her. Or maybe she was just getting older. She smiled at her mother and let her kiss her cheeks, already preparing to tune out most of what she would say. This was part of the reason why she had picked Margo to come with her instead of her other friends, her mother would doubtlessly embarrass her, but she had thought Margo would at least continue to look up to her even if she did. She wasn't so sure about the others. But now it just felt like giving her ammunition to get Odette back for spilling her drink, she could only hope the other girl wouldn't be that crafty.
Odette had pretended to sleep for most of the train ride to avoid the awkwardness that was between them now. It had been pretty obvious to everyone that Odette had thrown the drink over Margo on purpose. She had done it in a fit of anger and now wished she had handled it differently, though she wasn't sure how. She couldn't pretend to be sleeping once they had arrived, though, and led Margo silently to the part of the platform where her mother would be waiting, if she was on time. She wasn't. The two of them had to wait for a few minutes before her mother appeared. Rebecca walked to them while talking on her phone, a handbag dangling from her arm as she looked around. Odette found it quite impressive how she always managed to look incredibly busy and like you had to be lucky to get any of her time, when, as far as she knew, she only worked a few days in the week and didn't have to do much work outside of her shifts at the office. It was odd how being away from her for a few months each year made things like this clear to her. Or maybe she was just getting older. She smiled at her mother and let her kiss her cheeks, already preparing to tune out most of what she would say. This was part of the reason why she had picked Margo to come with her instead of her other friends, her mother would doubtlessly embarrass her, but she had thought Margo would at least continue to look up to her even if she did. She wasn't so sure about the others. But now it just felt like giving her ammunition to get Odette back for spilling her drink, she could only hope the other girl wouldn't be that crafty.