Turtlyturt
The Queen
Olivia didn't dare knock, this is was just one more house and more people she had to deal with.She had a messenger bag thrown over her shoulder and her hair tied back with a bandanna, A loose fitting cardigan covered a half cami top she had on and followed with short jean shorts and black combats books. She sighed as she slowly mad her way around, trying to be unnoticed. Maybe if no one noticed the new kid she wouldn't have any problems. There was an empty room for her around somewhere. When she found it, she sat her back down and sighed.
Her hands grazed over her face while anxious thoughts rushed through her head. Her thigh tattoo was showing and her eyes were fixed upon it. "I am not lost." She whispered quietly to herself. "Fucking, life." She sighed. With all the shit going down, she really didn't want much to do with anyone. But if someone were to come in, she'd have to problem addressing them. She didn't know how the house itself worked or how everyone inside of it was, all she knew was that she needed a little happiness in her life.
Her bag was fully unzipped and onto of her bed she sat crosslegged, with a blunt wrapper on the pillow and ground up cannabis to the side. She slowly made a trail and rolled five blunts, one right after the other. She wiped off whatever was left on her pillow to the floor and carefully placed four blunts into her bag for later. Reaching around she found a lighter and pressing the blunt to her lips she lit the end and inhaled, removing the stick from her mouth and exhaling. The pure smell had to be drifting down the hallway. "God I love dank weed." She pushed the end of the blunt back into her mouth.
Her hands grazed over her face while anxious thoughts rushed through her head. Her thigh tattoo was showing and her eyes were fixed upon it. "I am not lost." She whispered quietly to herself. "Fucking, life." She sighed. With all the shit going down, she really didn't want much to do with anyone. But if someone were to come in, she'd have to problem addressing them. She didn't know how the house itself worked or how everyone inside of it was, all she knew was that she needed a little happiness in her life.
Her bag was fully unzipped and onto of her bed she sat crosslegged, with a blunt wrapper on the pillow and ground up cannabis to the side. She slowly made a trail and rolled five blunts, one right after the other. She wiped off whatever was left on her pillow to the floor and carefully placed four blunts into her bag for later. Reaching around she found a lighter and pressing the blunt to her lips she lit the end and inhaled, removing the stick from her mouth and exhaling. The pure smell had to be drifting down the hallway. "God I love dank weed." She pushed the end of the blunt back into her mouth.