Sonya smiled at Abigail, though in truth she hardly remembered her. Since graduation Sonya had done little in the way of socializing with a lot of the lowerclassmen, let alone newcomers to the town. Sonya nodded and smiled and went into the house, dropping off her backpack off in a corner and leaving her blanket bundled up nearby. She then quickly untied her converse and tossed the shoes in with the other shoes off by the door. Abigail sure did look different then how Sonya remembered. Her chest was much larger, she had become a more seductive looking punk rocker then she had remembered. Then again, Sonya rolled with more the acoustic guitar, the more indie then punk rocker crowd. It always seemed more people knew her then she knew them. The faces were familiar, however she didn’t know many of them by name. Often they seemed like people who rolled with a different crowd then herself.<br/><br/>Sonya stood up from pulling her shoes off and turned to smile at Abigail once more as people rushed on by both herself and Abigail. Then Sonya politely said “Thank you for the invite, I had missed seeing you people, since graduation I’ve been in with different circles.” she gave a nod and took Abby up on the offer and made herself at home. Though honestly she couldn’t remember many of these folks. She walked into the living room, feeling the carpet against her thigh high striped socks, wiggling her toes as she did so. She then set about looking over the bookshelves and at a box of records that she had found on the bottom shelf. The vintage vinyl gave Sonya an awe inspired look. Her crimson adorned lips rose in a great smile as she looked over the records, at one point she pulled one record out a bit her lower lip gently in an almost lustful expression at some of the records. Her nimble feminine hands pulled one record out after another inspecting the gloriousness of the collection, she seemed almost oblivious to the party forming in the kitchen.<br/><br/>She then looked around and found the record player, she stood up, the box of records clutched by one hand and pressed against her hip, she bolted to it, her chest bouncing as she jumped up. However she quickly frowned as she noted it was somewhat dusty, she blew on it and frowned. Shaking her head “Such a tragedy.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>