(I'll just start us off.)
In, and out. In, and out.
That's what went through Frankie's mind as her father drove her to Lincoln Boarding School. She didn't know what to think. Excitement. Apprehension. Every emotion you could possibly think of. All of it was racing through her brain. Frankie scratched her nose around her piercing, and got out of the car once she arrived. She grabbed her blue suitcases from the back of her father's truck. Along with that, she grabbed a neon purple backpack and a guitar case. Frankie looked out at the year ahead of her, and walked off to registration.
Parker was finally old enough to drive his Beetle to LBS. It was never Lincoln Boarding School to the veterans. It was just LBS. He grabbed the bags from his trunk, and walked towards regristration. He acknowledged some of his old friends as he walked.
The girl in the dress wrote you a song.
Be Yourself! There's NO ONE better!
Warning: Objects in a mirror maybe distorted due society's unrealistic views of beauty.
If you're feeling lost, alone, suicidal, or have tendencies to self-harm, come talk to me. I might not always know what to say, but I'll be there.