Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170813062856/@comment-5385060-20170912054329

Kyla sat on the bleachers, staring at the screen of her phone. She wanted Leroy to call or text, something to imply they were more than two kids opposite sides of the social hierarchy. After he gave her the picture, all he had said was that he was taking care of it, and she didn't have to be worry any more. "Where's Irvin?" Mr. Burton yelled. He noticed Kyla. "Vazquez, if you've got time to stare at your phone, you can go find him."

"But Mr. Burton!" Kyla protested, but she got her orders.

Kyla walked away from the field, not a clue where to even start looking. A part of her didn't even want to find him.