#oflaments

   “I asked you to help me with AP Bio,     not just throw your notes in my face.”

      “lydia -- hey!! uh. how are you, how are you doing?”

 ❛ ----- so is anyone gonna do anything about it ?  ❜ the TYPICAL type commentary you’d expect from him ; always one vouching for the ‘strike first, ask questions later’ game plan.  nonchalantly he slides a pack of mints from his back pocket & pops one into his mouth, all while studying the banshee as if waiting for a prophecy of some sort to issue forth.  ❛ ... lemme guess. there’s no plan, is there ? ❜

       “ i just don’t  GET  it, why would anyone          choose  to stay in high school when they          could just  leave? ”

OFLAMENTS !!

    ‘  lydia, i’m so glad you’re alright. ’ the coyote slipped herself into the chair  beside her hospital bed, her nose wrinkling in distaste at the general smell of the hospital. strong cleaning formulas & sickly people filled the air. seeing lydia, covered in blood, nearly dying. the image was burned into her mind. & her whispered words to help tracy, ( to wake her up. ) she wanted to take her out, but lydia was so intent of the fact that tracy wasn’t aware of what she was doing. & still, she’d failed. tracy was killed.