[She's got her sunglasses on like she's recovering from a bad hangover, sitting somewhere with the key to her room so she can clean the dirt from under her nails. Probably ditching class right now, but who cares. The year's just begun and anything they have to teach that doesn't involve physical violence will more easily bore the fuck out of her than have her engaged.
She picks at her hair, dry ends between fingertips. Ugh. She needs to go bleach it again, her darker roots are starting to show.]
gardens, OPEN
She picks at her hair, dry ends between fingertips. Ugh. She needs to go bleach it again, her darker roots are starting to show.]