Rachel Hudson

• artist

• college student

• new york based

• half-blood

• thunderbird alumni

• daughter of @firmoverseer

• HPRP

• 18+

She’s sad.

Her shoulders were as slumped as she let herself into her apartment, face tired and body heavy. Her chest felt tighter with every breath.

Why was she feeling like this? She felt so weird and confused and she kept thinking about Ryder. Ryder and his stupid... She flicked on the lights, dumping her things and pushed her paint stained hands through her hair.

She’s hungover and feeling utterly shit—getting up early after a restless night and shoving her books into her bag. She doesn’t have the energy to get herself dressed properly, just her painting overalls and hair up in a mess, puts it all down to her lack of sleep.