a lass faur frae hame

holly-grace mcnamara. twenty years old, from glasgow, scotland. call me holly.

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Sorry not sorry...

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Thanks, girl! I’ll swing by in a few.

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Sounds good. I'll be here.

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Sorry not sorry...

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I’m Molly. Holly-Molly. Molly-Holly. Ha! We’re perfect for a poem.

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Aye, that we are!

I'm in 4F, if ye'd like tae stop bye. Door's not locked, so ye can come right in.

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Sorry not sorry...

But would someone let me come over to watch The Bachelorette? I haven’t hooked up the cable, and I don’t have an antenna.

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Sure, if ye like. I've a telly, but I rarely watch it. I'm nae watchin' it now.

I'm Holly, by the way. Not sure we've met?

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Holly's biggest fear is never measuring up. So far, she feels like she never will, and that terrifies her. It keeps her up at night, wondering where her life is going -- if it's going anywhere at all. She doesn't talk to people about this, for fear they'll laugh at her.

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Forgot My Keys...Again || Etta & Holly

She’s returning from the grocery story, arms full of bags and a triumphant air about her. Etta is still reminiscing about the dumb taxi drivers that had been joshing with each other over which one would get to drive the pretty ‘dread head’ home. To their surprise she’s simply turned down the corner, in the direction of her apartment, without a care in the world. Now, however, she’s very glad to be at least ninety percent done her trek, her arms are killing her and it’s time.., it’s time for a nap, or a hot bath, or a book…or all three, respectively.

When she gets to the door, Etta puts down her grocery bags and fishes into her pocket for her keys, nothing but her phone in her right pocket…nothing in her left pocket…”No, no no no.” Etta groans, knowing she won’t be able to get through the electric doors without the key. She has her lock picking kit in her purse, but that’s only productive when you’re already in the building, outside there’s a bigger chance of getting caught…”Oh, why couldn’t you remember your keys, Etta?” She asks herself, leaning her forehead against the glass door in defeat.

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Apart from school or work, Holly rarely left her apartment. She didn't really have a social life or friends or anything of that nature. Even after a year in America, she still wasn't exactly used to things. One would assume leaving the big city for a small town would be easier than the reverse, but not for Holly-Grace. Everyone seemed to know one another, to connect on a level she could never quite manage -- and it caused her to withdraw even further into herself than ever before.

Today, however, she felt oddly restless. She had to get out, to get some fresh air before she went mad. So she decided to go for a jog, a hobby she'd gotten out of after relocating. A lap or two around the block was enough to wind her now, proof of how out-of-shape she'd become. On her third round, she decided to stop once she got back to her building. As she slowed, panting and sweating, she saw one of her neighbours. The girl with the dreadlocks, though she couldn't put a name to the face. Whatever he name was, she seemed frustrated about something.

"Everythin' awright?" Holly prompted, once she'd caught her breath. "Need help?"

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Homework, homework, homework...

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Well, I’m afraid I can’t be much help on that subject, unless you want a historical analysis of education…

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Na, that's awrigh'. Appreciate it, though.

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Homework, homework, homework...

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That really sucks. What class is it?

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Social Contexts of Education.

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Homework, homework, homework...

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Fair enough, I think I can do that.

I was going to say about making your periods and commas one font-size larger, but if he word-counts, then it’s not much use. Sorry.

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T'isn't a big deal, really.

Aye, it's a pain. I'm failin' that class.

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Homework, homework, homework...

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I’m the least bit of creepy darling.

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Delusional too, then. Ye remind me of a serial killer.

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Homework, homework, homework...

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Oh, so— ah. Never mind, I didn’t mean to poke at a sore subject. Sorry.

Are yours a certain length requirement? Cause I know a trick that could add about a page and a half without actually writing more.

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We dinnae get on, me mam an' me. That's all.

I think I know what yer gonna suggest, but this particular professor counts words. Real finnicky, him.

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Homework, homework, homework...

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Hey now, be nice, my Mom is the best.

If there’s one thing I don’t miss about school, it’s the homework. I hated writing essays…

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Tha' makes one o' us, then.

Aye, the essays make me wanna quit school altogether.

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Homework, homework, homework...

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You’re very gullible, y’know?

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An' yer creepy. So I figure maybe we're even.

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Homework, homework, homework...

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Yeah, I learned pretty quickly not to yawn while she was talking.

You have a lot of homework, then?

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Glad I dunno yer mam, then.

Aye, a good bit. I've been workin' on it for hours, now.

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Homework, homework, homework...

[besp0ke]

Death sounds reasonable.

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Ohhh no. We're nae goin' down tha' road again. No sir.

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Homework, homework, homework...

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If you keep yawning like that, flies will come in and lay eggs in your mouth.

At least, that’s what my Mom always told me…

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That's disgustin'.

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Homework, homework, homework...

I need a break. Or death.

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I can't-

I can’t find my keys. I officially give up.

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Need some help, lamb?