Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170813062856/@comment-5385060-20170819231614

She came to a stop at the end, dropped her shoes beside her backpack. It didn't bother her if she got sand on it, since she could get as many Prada backpacks as she wanted when she made contact with the bank aka her father. She sat down. Scrolled through her contacts.

"Hey, he didn't show up again. Do you want to meet up?" She listened to what the other person had to say. "Oh. Right. Sure. No, Damon and I are on a break. Alright, call me after class. I'm at the house for the weekend." In a lower voice, she said, "love you too."

Kyla remained sat there, waiting for the phone to ring again. What little wind there was rippled through her long hair. When her phone lit up, and she answered it, she wasn't nearly as nice. "What?" she practically snarled. "On the beach, where do you think? I don't care about your stupid car." Before hanging up, she added, "I hate you!" She threw her phone into her backpack, brushed all the sand off herself, and headed up towards the pier.