a lass faur frae hame

Thanks, girl! I’ll swing by in a few.

Sounds good. I'll be here.

I’m Molly. Holly-Molly. Molly-Holly. Ha! We’re perfect for a poem.

Aye, that we are!

Sorry not sorry...

Sure, if ye like. I've a telly, but I rarely watch it. I'm nae watchin' it now.

Forgot My Keys...Again || Etta & Holly

Apart from school or work, Holly rarely left her apartment. She didn't really have a social life or friends or anything of that nature. Even after a year in America, she still wasn't exactly used to things. One would assume leaving the big city for a small town would be easier than the reverse, but not for Holly-Grace. Everyone seemed to know one another, to connect on a level she could never quite manage -- and it caused her to withdraw even further into herself than ever before.

Well, I’m afraid I can’t be much help on that subject, unless you want a historical analysis of education…

Na, that's awrigh'. Appreciate it, though.

Social Contexts of Education.

Fair enough, I think I can do that.

T'isn't a big deal, really.

I’m the least bit of creepy darling.

Delusional too, then. Ye remind me of a serial killer.

Oh, so— ah. Never mind, I didn’t mean to poke at a sore subject. Sorry.

We dinnae get on, me mam an' me. That's all.

Hey now, be nice, my Mom is the best.

Tha' makes one o' us, then.

You’re very gullible, y’know?

An' yer creepy. So I figure maybe we're even.

Yeah, I learned pretty quickly not to yawn while she was talking.

Glad I dunno yer mam, then.

Death sounds reasonable.

Ohhh no. We're nae goin' down tha' road again. No sir.

If you keep yawning like that, flies will come in and lay eggs in your mouth.

That's disgustin'.

I can't-

Need some help, lamb?