Cut, Dry, and Sassy

Try and make friends?

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 18:41:51 -0400

whyyyyyyyyyyyy~?

A strong case could be made in the affirmative. But mostly he just doesn't talk, so it's awkward having him around. And he's very shy so he just sits in his corner and it kind of creeps people out.

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 17:50:58 -0400

:’l …and what do you want ME to do about it?

Brb helping my baby bro apply for jobs txt it

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 17:19:24 -0400

Not when David sits there. His presence usually scares them off. If they notice him, that is. If not, he goes and sits far away from them.

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 17:05:45 -0400

8| …is there something, you know…

wrong with him? > >;

He is but he doesn't know it. He's very shy. His name is David Moore. He usually sits alone behind the bleachers.

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 17:00:34 -0400

…8\ why would anyone sit behind the bleachers, people have sex there.

"suchafairy"

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 16:57:46 -0400

“suchafairy”

- PROFESSOR OH MAI GAWD U KANT JUST SAY DHEEZ THINGS!1

What if I told you I knew someone who needed a friend?

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 16:56:11 -0400

… 8( is someone upset? Who? I have glitter. B|

I am sure you will be the loveliest star.

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 16:53:58 -0400

*beams and twirls away from the lunch table.* Too bloody right I will be! <3

"Just as I expected from such an outstanding student."

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 16:53:00 -0400

“Just as I expected from such an outstanding student.”

- O^O

me? O—outstanding, really…? <3

ImeanyeahofcourseIam.

"Yeah your voice better be fit for the performance coming up, Chance."

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 16:50:29 -0400

“Yeah your voice better be fit for the performance coming up, Chance.”

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My everything will be fit for the performance, Mr. Andrews~<3

Igiggled. What's your favorite subject?

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 16:49:56 -0400

*smiles.* Drama, naturally. Don’t you know you’re looking at the next big star? *tosses tie over shoulder*

Who do you like to hang out with?

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 16:45:53 -0400

Oh, anyone! Mostly the theatre kids, though. I love hanging around Mr. Andrews, too. *grins.* He is fit.

You're so cute. I cannot. ;A;

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 16:43:57 -0400

…well thank you. O^O

Maybe~

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 16:40:49 -0400

…what, really? Oh, I wasn’t prepared for t hat. 8’|

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Wed, 14 Mar 2012 16:40:35 -0400

Hey, bby~

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 16:39:00 -0400

…*grins slyly and bites down on the end of his pen.* You talkin’ to me, luv?

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Wed, 14 Mar 2012 16:34:03 -0400

You’re going to have nightmares for the rest of your life....

Sun, 11 Mar 2012 17:56:20 -0400

You’re going to have nightmares for the rest of your life. Of white hands on your throat and fingernails digging in hard enough to leave compact bruises on your flesh. Blue crescent moons like sugary cereal—permanent tattoos and toe-tag dreams.

He got your mother first. The real one. The surrogate. He tore out her womb and he lashed it to her neck, and he tied the uterus ribbon tightly in a bow.

Next came the fosters. Zani first, he tore out her throat with his lupine teeth and he sucked up the blood like fine Spanish wine. She must’ve tasted good, yeah? Tasted like reality hit home, especially when you found her lying there.

Lisa was last, and he made you watch. He made sure you saw when he cut off her fingers one at a time. And then—

“Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, I c-can’t go on with this, I just can’t, I can’t do this, please.”

“Chance, if we don’t get you through therapy—”

“I DON’T WANT THERAPY! I-I’m fine, I’m over it, he’s g-gone, he’s locked-up, h-he’s far away from me…”

“…Mr. Richardson—”

“He’s gone, it doesn’t matter…I’m fine…”

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Sat, 25 Feb 2012 00:17:40 -0500

I QUIT YOU HEATHER. AND I'M TAKING ALLEN WITH ME

Sat, 25 Feb 2012 00:09:40 -0500