[Farrah spends most of thursday evening tucked away where she thinks no one will ever find her— in the library, sitting on the floor amongst the bookshelves. She’s got a book propped up on her lap, like she’s reading something— but the noise emitting from behind the book makes it clear that she’s up to something else. You can hear a group of girls chanting—- then shrieks, and the roar of the crowd laughing. Then she winds it back, and the sound cycles through again.
no subject
This is healthy.]