Sally drew a deep breath and let it out slowly.  She'd been practicing how to breathe well for a week or so now.  Maybe it would help and maybe it wouldn't but she at least it gave her the feeling that she was doing _something_.  Time in Reckford moved painfully slowly at the best of times but with her condition having brought her refusal for the last testing group all there was to do was wait it out until she could find somewhere else to work.  Either that or idle away the summer and move on to College as planned.<br/><br/>At least she'd got her place.  It wasn't the most prestigious course or the most prestigious College but it was away from here and that had to be good, right?  She just wished she'd been able to get into the factory with Amy and Jo, in the test group.  It would probably have been a blast.  She'd got the letter, though, "Blah blah.. sorry to say.. blah blah... asthma.. blah!".  She'd about come to terms with carrying an inhaler everywhere and being excluded from sporting events.  It wasn't really that bad, sport wasn't her thing anyway - she was a natural geek and she knew it, almost comfortable in the role now.  The letter, though was a kick to the guts, an opportunity to spend her last summer here with her friends gone.  Now everything felt like it was sepia-tinted, an artifact of past decades rather than an exciting future.<br/><br/>The breathing wasn't helping really.  It just replaced one hot lungful of air with another.  Maybe a night on the town would help?  There was no way she could drink here, everyone knew everyone else and fake ID was a laughable proposition.  A trip into the city would mean catching the bus or hitch-hiking but more likely the former.  The trip back would necessitate either cutting things short and catching the last bus, waiting it out until morning somehow, or hitching her way back.  At the moment she was erring towards hitting a club until the early hours and then finding an early diner to caffeinate herself until she could grab the pre-work bus.  She could sleep tomorrow, she certainly didn't have much else to do.<br/><br/>((OOC: Hope that's OK, it's come in quite small sentences but it's kind of how Sally is in my head, maybe a reflection of her short, asthmatic breath))