After Art Club, Schadenfreude did her usual things. She walked around town until it got dark, stopping at Cafes, or really anything that offered entertainment. She looked the uniform over some of the time as she sat in the park, losing herself in thought. Apparently the patrolman had gotten wise and a few hours after dark, escorted her out of the park again. She couldn't avoid it anymore, she had to go home. She approached a broken down looking apartment building and walked inside, taking an elevator to the third floor. The hall lights flickered as she walked to the end and entered the last door on the left, ignoring the domestic abuse going on next door. The place was pretty clean other than the flaws of the place. The floor seemed to sink in near the entrance to the kitchen and her window was broken in one spot and boarded up because of it. She went in her room and threw her uniform on her bed and ran a shower.. Her mom wasn't on.. Which was a relief, but also horrible because she was probably out drinking again. The only thing illuminating her room was the light from her laptop.
The shower was hot, and nice, relieving to her nerves which had been twisting and turning all day. It almost cleansed the mood. When she got out, she put on a pair of boxers and plopped on her bed, despite the uniform, back pack, and sketchbook that cluttered where she layed. Her eyes dropped for a bit, and the last time she caught on the computer was 3am. She fell asleep to sirens ringing out, probably to respond to the disturbance next door.