Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4995321-20161031235352/@comment-4059927-20161208151251

Lindsey sat by Andreas, quietly to herself. Over the previous days she has been mentally beaten and was in a withdrawn state. Her eyes were glazed over, and the evidence of tears dried onto her soft face could be inferred.

Ryan knew Chelsea, she was a cheerleader, though the two had minimal interaction he was aware of who she was. He pulled the wooden chair from the table and swung it around to the back, then plopped down next to her. "Hey, sweetie." He said, eyes perked up.

Trevor almost didn't see Claire, his imposing height towered well over her. Of course he was taller than everyone. He tightened up, so as to fit in the little desk. Their eyes met, and he grunted. She doesn't look like much, he thought to himself.