Not the Smartest Idea

Who: Peyton and Open
When: After school
Where: The lakeshore

Having not wanted to go home after school, Peyton wandered off in the opposite direction, thinking she might end up in the library for a few hours. She could get her homework done, and at least there would be people around rather than dealing with an empty house. Her dad was working more hours than she could remember him working in the past, and Tyler was constantly out with his friends since the ghost thing started. She supposed he was more fascinated by the whole thing, since he had no clue the supernatural existed prior to it. Peyton had known, and while the ghosts were sort of unnerving, she didn't feel the need to go 'ghost hunting' like some people did.

It was cold, and snowy, but she trudged through the icky parts of it, thankful for her hat, scarf and gloves. Her face was pink by the time she found herself at the lakeshore. Apparently the library was not to be her final destination. The wind had seemed to pick up and she walked down toward the lake, enjoying the sight of the high, wild waves forming in the water. Snow was blowing about her feet, and she made her way to one of the benches to sit for a bit. At least until her butt went numb or something. On the way, she tripped and fell forward, landing on her hands and knees as her bag slipped off her shoulder. It apparently hadn't been clasped, because several papers fell out and began to blow away from her. She cursed under her breath and forced herself to get up from the ground to try and snatch her homework, currently fluttering about the shoreline and snow, and heading for the water.