Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170813062856/@comment-5385060-20170822045814

Kyla came to join him. She had changed into her usual skimpy attire. She sat down on the bleachers. Reached into her backpack, struggling to find what she was looking for. "Dammit Mandy..." She had to take a few things out, like make up bag, and other miscellaneous items. The item on top was a note she found in her locker that morning. To the unobservant, it looked like a poem. At last, she found her phone, and had to put everything back.

"So, you need my help," said Kyla, scrolling through her contacts.