𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓮

With the number of classes Summer had taken that semester, coffee had become her new best friend, and even though it wasn’t the best tasting in the world the machine was always reliable. Pouring herself a cup in the dining hall, an eyebrow raised as the other girl walked in the room. “Mm, just mildly insane, so I’d say like a four,” she joked, taking the cup from the machine. “Maybe you need this more than I do.”

Adrian had been lazing around in one of the common rooms, surrounded by a few of the football players as she watched them laugh at whatever joke she made, even if it wasn’t too funny though she reveled in the attention, being at the center of their attention and affections, it made her feel like she was worth something. Glancing up when she heard another female voice speaking, arching an eyebrow at her. “You’re talking to yourself.” She pointed, untangling her legs from one of the males laps and sitting up. “but it’s only if the voices start talking back that you’re truly crazy.”

Prepping on the stage for her next debate competition she was surprised to hear another voice enter the auditorium. “That happens to best of us, I suppose.” While she couldn’t remember the last time she had forgotten whatever she was doing, the occurrence wasn’t too unfamiliar for her. “Honestly? You’re at a solid nine,” she replied, eyes trailing the girl’s figure. “You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders and then some.

Richie looked up from his phone as someone stepped into the common room talking loudly as they came. He couldn’t help but laugh at the girl’s words and shrugged his shoulders lightly. “On a scale of one to ten? Uhh, probably like a twelve and a half,” he replied playfully. “Nah, you’re fine. Seen plenty of things way more insane around here,” he assured.

Isla smiled, hands dropping to her side as she did so. “ Honestly, that would’ve been a fair judgement. ” She slipped down into the closest chair, hand moving her phone from her back pocket so she wouldn’t sit on it. “ The craziest I’ve ever seen people is here. Its ODD how money can make people go crazy, ” she commented. Never before had she seen such pettiness over minor things until she arrived at Kingswood. What she was saying also was bold she figured, but true nevertheless.  

Glancing up when she heard the female voice before examining the sharpie closely. “You really think it’s that strong?” She asked, taking a long whiff of the sharpie and shrugging her shoulders casually. “I’ve had better.” Everly said simply. Glancing around the empty hallway before she shoved the sharpie back into the pocket of the her school jacket and blowing out a breath. “Wanna ditch and go smoke up behind the bleachers?” She asked curiously.

“I never really saw the appeal in getting blackout drunk.” Dustin commented flippantly as he sipped his latte and looked around the cafe at the overhelming amount of hungover students that were just dragging themselves out of bed in hopes of reviving themselves back to life with some overpriced caffeine. “I mean, this…” He motioned to the chaos around him, “Isso not worth it.” He grimaced, letting most of the people within earshot see the disgust on his face before looking back across the table to the other and smirking.

She rolled her eyes at his grimace, though a smile still sat on her face as he spoke. She herself was fighting off a headache and sleep-deprivation with coffee, though her struggles were more stress induced than anything. “ It’s alright. It’s better than being BORED. I just don’t have the time to be BORED. ” Though she was complaining, she would never take back a second she spent on any of her extracurriculars or studies at kingswood. She felt it a blessing to even be at the school.

Everly chuckled lowly beneath her breath as she continued to draw the crude image of the cheerleader and pig on someone’s locker, the lollipop hanging lazily from the side of her mouth as she finished off her masterpiece, ignoring the people walking by her and they ignored Everly; just the way she liked it to be. Not even glancing away from her drawing as she felt a shadow stand over her slightly. “The fuck do you want?” She growled out as she continued to finish off the crude drawing.

Lorna looked down at her excuse for a smoothie.She was currently on the search for new recipes that would help preserve her energy and be good companions for her regime  ”Who first decided that beetroot and celery needed to go together in a smoothie?But if helps and tastes drinkable then it will work just fine.”

“ Why in the world would you drink that ? ” Isla couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Lorna looking absolutely outdone by the blend from SATAN himself. “ I don’t care if that drink would turn my Bs into As, that shit is never going in my body. ” It was highly likely that her input wasn’t helpful, but nevertheless it was entertaining. 

hey babes!! im abby ur local loser ;)) im 16 and in the edt. i haven’t been involved with rping in literal ages so forgive me if im rusty but plz love me and my bb isla anyways :)) also shouts out to rueb for recommending this group to me and getting me involved again.

under the cut im going to include just a few brief bullet points all about isla and her reason for coming to kingswood!