@KittyKatNot --I disappear to. [I flip a rock over with the tip of my shoe, suddenly thoughtful.] I hate going to class, Kate. It doesn't stimulate my brain. Not in the way I would like. I know most of it anyway.
#ThePsychoAndTheBrat@KittyKatNot [I trace the three burn marks on my arm that form a constellation. Miss Ford was in a good mood today. I didn’t even get hit with the baton today. My stomach is rumbling and whining for some nutrition. She stole my lunch break /again./ --
@KittyKatNot --behind us. We are greeted by a squall of green. Green so bright it ignites the color in your eyes.] Welcome to our secret garden. [A mischievous smile widens my mouth as I extend my arms out, wafting them in an upwards motion as if showing off the place.] This is where--
Date night with Matt, "Mr. I’m-destined-to-be-a-pro-athlete-when-I-get-out-of-here".
...or at least, what it would have been if @TwistedRascal hadn't gone and pushed him down the stairs.