#prvncessfi

tori: i can't eat another hot dog, how much trouble do you think we'd get in if we skipped out on dinner in the mess hall and took an uber into town?

Rasha sat at the table in the study room chewing her nails nervously.  She had been pulled out of class for the new student mentoring program.  She was told the name Fiona Coyne - the first name unfamiliar, but she recognized the last name.  Unsure what it was going to entail, she brought her bag and laptop along before sitting in the room.  If she was being honest, sure, she was struggling in some of her classes but she wasn’t sure if mentoring was going to help.  But she was willing to try.  

Spotting someone open the door, she tried to paste a smile on her face before standing up to greet the person.  “Hello, I am Rasha Zuabi.”  She said quietly.

tori: hi girly

tori: i noticed you weren't at school yesterday..are you still coming to the ball?

back during her party days tori would call fiona and luke interchangeably (and sometimes together) when she’d take things a bit too far. toward the end it became so routine, that neither of them were really phased when she’d call stranded in a penthouse suite after trying shrooms with with her foreign drug dealers, or wobbling down bainbridge avenue on her five inch stilts at 2 am on a tuesday. they’d just drag her home, put her to bed, and warn her not to puke on their parent’s antique oriental rug.