May 8, 2015
“Y’know what’s bullshit? Highschool. Highschool is bullshit.”
- - - - - - - - - She can be quite forward when she’s frustrated.
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from United States
seen from Philippines
seen from Brazil
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from China
seen from Indonesia
seen from Sweden
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Tajikistan
“Y’know what’s bullshit? Highschool. Highschool is bullshit.”
- - - - - - - - - She can be quite forward when she’s frustrated.
(& shatteriings)
"I'll be fine here babe, I'll see you after work." Stella reassured her boyfriend as he gave her a peek on the forehead before walking out the front of the police station. Taking a deep breath, she tried to steady her nerves before turning and walking to the front desk, clearing her throat a little to get the receptionist attention. "I'm Stella Myers, I was told to be here to meet someone who's suppose to be put on my duty?" Her words coming out more of a question, trying to repeat what she was told over the phone. She knew that someone out there was killing people, and they were threatening people she knew but that's all they would tell her until she got under any sort of protection.