ooc: oh my gosh, your all crying over broken hearts...I think this is the first Rp where I haven't had to cry, and luckily I created my character so she doesn't cry easily, well except when her father is beating her, but thats okay.
ic: *the sun was going down**she shifted the bags* I better get home before they realize I'm missing, man am i going to get it...*she grumbled**her bookbag spilled all over the sidewalk* ****(will not be even hinted at) everything just gets harder...like having one arm isn't hard enough! *she started to pick all the things up with her good arm**she then started chasing a colored pencil down the street* Man, why'd we have to move, I have no friends to help me get through every night...no one to care about me besides me agian...*she sighed to herself* its you and me now...*she said to herself**she caught the colored pencil and started "home"*