#lsbhstarter

[sicklychase-blog]

“Hey, be a champ and swap lunch-trays with me. I’ll owe ya one if you do it.”

[braelynchase-blog]

Are you doing anything tonight?

[v-thibault-blog]

Violetta was traipsing along the corridors, her focus directed toward the floor as she moved each foot in front of the other. In her mind, she was on a tightrope, as she usually was. It was a silly little thing she did to help pass the time. Unfortunately, her attention was cut short as she heard a noise behind her and turned away, her feet however still walking. There was someone there. Just before she had a chance to see who it was she felt her body come into contact with a cold, hard object. The wall. Violetta’s body gave way and she fell to the floor, bringing a hand to nurse her head. She prayed that whomever was behind her hadn’t witnessed the incident. Or if they had, that they wouldn’t think of her as the asylum klutz.

“Please tell me you didn’t see that?” She said.

[stellamalonex]

[braelynchase-blog]

Who wants a tour of my room? I’ve just organized everything. It’s pretty stellar, color coded and all.

[carter-baker-blog]

“Hey, does anyone want a funky braid? I’m totally out of practice, but I used to love doing fishtails and waterfalls and everything like that.”

[braelynchase-blog]

You know what would be fun? Having little jobs. Someone could be in charge of making sure all the library books are returned on time, and, oh! I’ll help everyone get to therapy.

[blakeocd]

“Starting to think people are moving things around just to make fun of me,” Blake muttered to himself as he entered the rec room. It was clear that chairs had been moved around and a few were even missing. “And quite frankly, I’m not laughing at the joke.”