Mar 8, 2016
Wake up, you faithless See your heartbreak gone Emma pressed the earbud further into her ear, drowning out the mindless chatter of the other students littering the hallways. Lunchtime on the roof per usual, she thought, tongue trailing over the edge of her lip. Tattered jeans trailed under the backs of her boots, and Emma stumbles into an open locker. The low clunk rattled through the crowd as they vacated the halls in favor of the cafeteria. “Fuck,” the blonde muttered, brushing her hands through her unruly curls. She looked up and slammed the locker closed. “Get outta the halls already, damn.”
