MAX.

Don't listen to a word Bradin says. I've got to talk to you, before he does.

PLEASE. NOW. DEPENDING ON YOU.

Micky decided to go with things and she waited outside for him, wondering what on earth he had to say to her. Stupid boy was so unpredictable, and she was fed up with his recent antics.

She paced up and down, glaring at the ground as she waited for him to appear. Now would be helpful, she thought sullenly.

Micky had been avoiding him ever since she'd heard he'd been acting strangely. Maybe she was paranoid, but she couldn't help thinking that it was her fault. And, oh shit, if it was.

She strode down the hallway, not looking at anyone at all. Until she saw him. And he'd seen her.

Bollocks.

Micky was still in a state of mild anger, even though she'd gotten over her original fury at her mother. The biggest difference was that she didn't bitch and moan to everyone else, but she didn't say anything about it.

She rummaged through her trunk, looking for the box of chocolates someone gave her for her birthday. She'd been saving them, and now ( Read more... )

Hey Bradin, where the fuck are you?

And Maxie?

Hello?

Is everyone in this school dead?

WAKE UP!

Ha.

Listen to this letter - it's priceless.

Dear Michelle,

I know there's a lot between us that isn't resolved, and I'm begging you that we can talk it out. You don't know everything, even though you think you do.

As for your note, I have to say that as your mother I'm not going to send all your belongings except the stuff you have with you at school ( Read more... )

ohmygosh, hasn't this summer been the greatest?!?!

Not really, the shittest would be closer to the mark.

I'm also tempted to go back to school early, except our ex-page-3-girl-headmistress probably wouldn't let me.

Ha.

Hey, come over this Saturday if you can.

I would love some precious time with one of my favourite boys.

I promise I won't bite. Mother's going to be out and I have lots of lovely beer.

ooc: supposed to be on the same day as Lacy's thing. *giggle*