Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44426813-20191215172805/@comment-44426813-20191218011451

Lavi walked up the steps of Foxfire, taking deep breaths. Her friends were still mad at her for speaking her wrist on Saturday. It was still sprained, but she had to stay home the whole weekend to let it wrest.

Her friend Kiza glared at her from a bench, talking to Pozzy. Another one of her friends. When would it stop? The constant glares, the whispers, she was just done. Lavi really wanted real friends, ones who don't take advantage of her.

Her friends don't know how she feels. She's honestly always depressed, or having an anxiety attack. Another one of her friends, Dezzy, pushed her when she tried to sit on a bench, which she didn't know was occupied by Dezzy.

Lavi's parents didn't even bother to see what was wrong with her that morning. They were to hooked up with there lives, their businesses, anything but Lavi. Lavi tries to tell herself that it was for her own good.