#springhillstarter

The party had been a success, if the mass of people and the noise were anything to go by. And it was a blast, letting loose with friends, even meeting new people to get wild with for the night. Had Freya learnt anything in her past experiences with liquor, she would have been out there continuing to engage with the hype, but one too many drinks had her retreating into one of the back rooms, equipped with a platter of food that she had managed to sneak out with her. Cross legged on the floor, with her back facing toward the door, Freya munched on her mini quiches; still happily humming along to the music from down the hall. She’d have considered it a party of her own. Upon the entrance of another, she hadn’t even really bothered to look up, only haphazardly calling out over her shoulder, “Employees only!” / @shstarters​

Charlie walked into the diner in hopes of ordering something really good. She was trying to curb her cravings and food was the first thing that came to mind, especially those greasy french fries and sugary milkshakes they had that would make a dietitian want to gauge their eyes out whenever they saw people eating them. After sitting down at one of the thematic bar stools near the counter and placing her order, the blonde sighed and looked over her shoulder to find someone peacefully eating, carefully wondering whether to take the next bite out of a huge dish that seemed to be way too much food or simply give up and leave the leftovers. They were eating way too slowly for her liking, which made her even hungrier. She eyed them carefully, wishing it was her food instead. “Wow, that seems like a moutful...” Charlotte said. “You.. you are going to finish that, right?”

Maggie was slowly walking through What the Book?, carefully reading each spine of each book her eyes crossed paths with until she landed on one with a title that seemed to make her unsuccessfully hold in a laugh that was a little too loud. “God, this must be a good book.. I mean, if it’s made me break my serious face already, I bet it is...” she said out loud, not realizing someone was listening to her words. Turning to the person she shrugged. “Go ahead. Tell me your best joke.” the blonde added, before picking up the book and quickly skimming through it. “Gosh, I hate a guy with a car and no sense of humor.” 

                    open ; @shstarters​

the tip of the pencil tapped rhythmically against charlotte’s lips, her eyes fixed on the piece of blank paper in front of her. she had never found it so difficult to put her thoughts on paper, but clearly that was not the case today. every time she would bring the pencil to the paper, her mind would draw a blank. the tea on the table had been long-forgotten, becoming too cold by now. she could her the steps approaching, but she was just so close to finally manage to start that she let her nerves get the best of her. “not now please,” she hissed. regret instantly hit her and she let the pencil down on the table with an exasperated sigh before looking up to see who was in her presence. “i’m so sorry. this must be what writers’ block feels like, and let me tell you  it’s absolutely horrible.”