Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38555415-20190921161929/@comment-39574032-20190929182309

Myka light leaped to Foxfire, despite the fact that she felt like curling up in a hole and never coming out. She heard very little from Tristan and Cameron. Scratch that, she didn't hear anything from them at all. They wouldn't answer her hails. She was planning on visiting them after school. Myka sighed and scratched her arm, hard, leaving red marks. It was her new nervous habit, one her parents were worried about. She stood by her locker and tried to read.