ｐａｓｓｉｎｇ ｎｏｔｅｓ|| Semi-it|| CLOSED

[christine,]

I'm not going to be able to post until tomorrow, sorry about that ^^]]

[liz-]

{i have my girl open}

[underland.]

<<mason gray shea>>
<<cheerleader - nineteen - sad, confident -wearing>>
<<mason looked over at Ben and sighed. "My b-brother has been d-dead for thirteen years. He died when I was six, but when I w-was growing up he a-always took me t-to his lacrosse games when he was h-home... And I'm n-named after him, I-I had m-my parents have my name ch-changed. Sh*t, I'm crying." She said as she wiped her eyes, finally noticing she was stuttering and crying. She looked back at him and looked at her bag silently, the book made her think of Mason and everything else about him. She leaned her head against the wall and breathed in and out slightly. It felt hard for her to breath, so she tried her hardest to breathe. She sighed slightly before looking back at the her messenger bag. "My life has been like this for thirteen years now, though I may have been young I was very attached to him, he kept me sane when I felt I was going insane..." She said in a nearly inaudible voice, still shocked she was telling him this. "If you tell anyone about my panic attacks and crying, I will get you..." Mason croaked with a light laugh as she noticed it barely sounded threatening at all in the moment but he probably got the memo.

<<my guy Westlie is open>>

[liz-]

{Can Blake bump into him? c:}

[underland.]

<<yea, just post and I'll have him jump in >>

[iNFINITe_lINEs_]

Is it alright if I join even though its started a while ago?

[narnie]

>> Of course <<

[iNFINITe_lINEs_]

Thank you let me just make my form

[iNFINITe_lINEs_]

Would you prefer if I made a guy character?

[liz-]

{Okay, i made an small post before, so i'll just re-make it c:}

Blake C. Delacour
mood; neutral
tagged; no one.

Blake entered the school, heading straight to her locker. She had some trouble opening it, as always, but soon got it and picked some of her books. Blake was kind of tired of school and was really wanting it to end. School never been really good to her, anyways. Looking around, she headed to her next class, waiting for it to start.