#lambscore

timmy: heyyy there's a party over at kaplan hall tonight :D emma: I don't know, I have some plates due tomorrow ... shion: blah blah blah look i'm emma lastname i'm no fun emma: What is my last name, Shion shion: order a dgaf coffee with how much i care emma: I'll kill you myself timmy laughed at "I'll kill you myself". love: what time is it? timmy: depends!! we can do pres at someone else's first if u want then head there together? wdyt love: i'll go if u guys go ... shion: shocking no one emma has kicked shion from the group chat.

jacob: hey! jacob: it's jake jacob: i know we arent like jacob: um jacob [unsent]: oof jacob: can i ask for advice?

timmy: are u ok? :( timmy: why don't u wanna come?

if  she  feels  ill  at  ease,  it  shows  —  and  she  is,  evidenced  by  the  desperate  pulling  at  her  sleeves  to  make  her  seem  a  little  more  invisible.  people  aren't  looking  at  her  —  yet  —  but  they  will,  she  knows  it;  she  should've  just  taken  up  diana's  invite  to  stay  home  in  the  first  place.  “are  we  going  to  be  here  for  long  …  ?”  she  hates  the  way  her  voice  squeaks,  all  the  more  high  and  desperate  when  slotted  up  against  aji'ana's  certainty.  “i  don't  think  these  kinds  of  clothes  fit  me  anyway,  aji  …”