#dearxclare

[heart-alli-b]

"Hey, how're you holding up?"

[goldselijah]

♔✘✺

Send ♔ for an angry text

"Weren't you supposed to send me your part of the project? It's almost time to send in, we don't have the time for this!"

Send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent

"I'm glad to be working with you, rather than some of the other brainless people in our class."

Send ✺for a sassy text

"Why don't we take our work to get a smoothie or something? I've dreamt about it all night."

[xmilligan]

Logged onto a shit load of new followers. ‘Sup, trouble?

[littlemisssunshinebaker]

Hey Clare, can I talk to you about something? I don't really know who else to tell on this, but I just have to let it out!

[jacqueline-jones]

Cat-astrophe Strikes || @Clare

Jack: put her head in her hands. Her head started to ache, but she knew that she was not sick or anything like that. Perhaps, yes, she was sick of her current situation, but she knew her body well enough to expect this all to pass soon. After that little mess, she could use some alone time. The school had the nerve to tell her that Triathlon Club was cancelled only after the whole club had arrived to find their classroom occupied. It seemed as if the school staff did not know how incredibly embarrassing it was to be the last one to know about the community event that apparently required as many available rooms as they could kick unsuspecting students out of, including the one filled with stationary bikes. Oh, she wished she had someone with power to complain to about everything, but she by principle did not whine. Seething was meant to be kept private, and she would suffer out anything alone if it meant others did not see her like, well, this. Knowing that the rest of the club could not take well to her moods, she strongly (and loudly) advised everyone to go home. Of course, this was so she could sit depart as gracefully as one could manage. While Jack prided herself on remaining calm in most situations, she on the back steps of the school and seethe in embarrassment. For someone who did her best to keep people motivated, Jack felt a little more defeated than she expected from anyone else. She had to wait over two hours for her ride to show up, and she could not keep a handle on the club she trained. At least these steps were empty, so she did not need to handle anything complicated for a while. The homework in her backpack sounded like way more trouble than it was worth to start on now. The way her mind worked when she could not relax, Jack could only wonder if she would wind up deriving her history homework and following that by conducting a thorough literary analysis of her physics. She expected creative solutions to questions never asked would not get her any bonus points, much less credit. At least she didn't have company to worry about. Who in the world would even want to head back out here?

[dramaxqueens]

+1

"Hey Clare!"