Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20180824062111/@comment-5385060-20180824152520

Becky left music class, thinking of the music sheet she just read from in an attempt to memorise it. She remembered parts of it. There was a screwed up piece of paper on the ground. She picked it up intending to throw it away. Littering bugged her to no end. She smoothed it out. Homeless people? Not many people in this school cared about anything other than themselves or their own social standing. A girl on a mission, she headed down the corridor. Her high-heeled shoes clacking on the faux-marble flooring.

At the top of the stairs, she looked down to the foyer, seeing Gregory and Erick. Gregory she knew from that band they were in for a while. He held a stack of pamphlets.

Descending the stairs, she called to him, "Are you handing these out?" She held up the crumpled up pamphlet she found.