"No. You don't like parties. I just want to spend time with you." She murmured, shrugging. Sarah leaned into the chair, her hair draping her frame and hiding most of her torso. "Mom left again. She used Grandma as an excuse." The girl shrugged again. Ever since her fathers death her mother...
Sarah stood and offered Kara the juice, taking her own flavored water and sitting on a bean bag chair near the bed. "No. No stressing!! You have two months until you should be stressed." The girl pouted, blinking her long brunette eyelashes at her friend. "Please please please don't stress right...
"If I had, I wouldn't have clothes on." Sarah joked, winking at her friend before closing and locking the door. She strode toward the door to her room, which was once a basement. "Don't feel stressed today, okay? You can worry about leaving me later." Sara smiled, the corners of her eyes and her...
"It that my lovely Kara?!" Sarah turned the knob, but waited until Kara banged on it to open it. She fixed the edges of her black Arctic Monkeys tank top and sleeping shorts after she opened the door. Her normally fixed brown hair was tussled and messy. She smiled brightly at her friend...
Sarah was curled up on the couch, scrolling through her Instagram feed. The long haired girl let out an unappealing grunt as her mother rolled her from the couch. "I'm going to your grandmothers, she's sick. I'll be back in a few days. Be safe." She kissed the top of Sarah's head. The girl waved...
Name: Sarah
Age: 17
Appearance:
Personality: Extroverted and bostrious. She prefers to be immersed in a crowd rather than being alone to keep her thoughts busy.
Weapon of choice: Revolver and woodcutters axe.