 Rucole Club Club|| film lyfe || mac and cheese queen|| *exits with trunkshot*
Nyx barreled through the crowds of students boarding the train. Eager, wasn't the right word for the energy the 15 year-old was emitting. Sure summer back at home is nice and wholesome and all, but she wanted to see CERTAIN people. Perhaps, her dear friend, Cal, who one day might be more than a friend, if the romcom's do say. *eyebrow wiggle* Maybe a certain very pretty person by the gorgeous name of Amabel, who perhaps thought just as eagerly of Nyx as she did her.
Perhaps, perhaps.
The lanky, tall girl paused to look at her reflection in a compartment door. She smoothed down (or tried to) the long strands of brown fly-aways floating around her head and rubbed any sleepiness out of her blue-grey eyes. In the reflection, she caught a glimpse of Kinsay walking by, her heart skipping a beat. Nyx shrunk, trying to blend into the surroundings. As much as she said she was okay with it, she really did not want to see Kinsay or Nerina and her new boy toy or whatever. |