#ofsentiment

My muse has just started crying, thinking they were alone. Send ╥ for them to react to seeing your muse.

She missed Home. 

She missed the sandy beaches, she missed her friend, she missed her childhood home, she missed it all. Things were going okay here, she was starting to make friends, but she still stuck out, she was still just some nerd from Barbabos, some kind of exhibition. Tucked away in a small alcove where she was certain no-one would stumble in on her, Tip felt her defences crumble, and then, she was crying. She hugged her knees to her chest and dropped her head, letting out a shuddering breath.

She wasn’t sure how long she was crying, but she felt a presence, and lifted her gaze, rubbing her palms over her wet cheeks and sniffed.

❝Well, yeah, I do tend to do that a lot. Being yellow and glowy and all.❞

        First day in a new school, in a new country --         Oh yeah, she was definitely feeling out of place,         and she hated it. Keeping her head down low,         fists gripping the straps of her backpack tightly,         Tip stalked through the hallways, knocking into         somebody in her haste to move. She grimaced,         and turned, letting out a small sigh. 

SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING