looking for a holy ghost

Shit, how long were you here for?

Ten minutes.

Magoosh ACT prep is pretty awesome. I think my score is going to go up when I take the December test. Sorry to be talking about school; I’m trying to surround myself with motivation.

Good luck with that. Hope you can keep the motivation up.

I did and have, fuckface. Drop your attitude before I drop you

Chill the fuck out. Jesus, who stuck something up your ass?

This place is even more of a shithole then I remembered. Fuck.

Learn to deal with it. Everyone else has.

Naden, that’s a thing? Who’s named Naden anyway?

Some people, obviously.

So I’m not the only one experiencing people spell our name “Tesselr” 

I mean really?

Not talking about Tesselr, talking about Naden.

Who wouldn’t know how to spell Nathan?

Baristas, apparently.

I do not think so? Everyone mispell my name also.

Yours is a bit less common, though.

“A-ah, o-okay! M-maybe some, um, some other time, then.” She replied, voice wavering slightly as she quickly finished her signing and clasped her hands together. She had to remember it was worth a shot regardless of his answer.

Nathan shrugged, slumping over like usual. “Yeah. Sure.”

Gage hesitated a moment, building her confidence before straightening up and lifting her hands as she began to sign and speak. “U-um, would you, um, li-like to grab some ice cream? My dad, um, mentioned a place to me and I-I was thinking of trying it out!”

Nathan scratched the back of his neck, then folded his arms. “I dunno. I don’t want to walk...” he said. “You should go.”

Oh – I don’t think I’m allowed to say… It seems personal. Did you lose a letter?

That’s cool. What? Why would a letter for me be in your locker? I don’t know where your locker is. I couldn’t have lost anything there.