Post by Layne F. Larkin on Oct 27, 2010 19:11:06 GMT -5
Layne was feeling irritable. So, fine, whatever, she was always irritable, but she was feeling really fucking angry today. In a few days, she was going to be fifteen, and she didn't even have any friends here to fucking party with. What was the goddamn point of going to this shithole of a school if she couldn't even meet some fucking cool people.
It wasn't like before. When She'd first got here, there hadn't been any people to meet, except Ravenclaws, who totes didn't count, since they were all fucktards when it came to social shit. She could see it now, sneaking some firewhiskey out to party with the fucking birds, and all of them being all, 'Gee, Layne, aren't we a little young for that? Won't we get in trouble?' Pussies. Freak Boy would probably get lost on his way to snitch on her and otherwise lick some teacher's ass.
Fine, she'd have her own fucking party. If all those assholes wanted to think they were too fucking cool for her, she'd just go ahead and drink all the damn booze herself. The bottle fit snugly into the arm of her jacket, hidden from the world. And if she was distracted and peevish on her way out to the grounds, well, that certainly wasn't newsworthy. She stalked out to the greenhouse and hid in the thickest clump of plants she could find that didn't have fangs or thorns, and pulled out her bottle.
She'd taken more than a few swigs, when she suddenly realized that her socks were starting to look...leafier than usual. "Oh, shit!" The goddamn plant thing was growing vines around her legs. She tried to get away, but between her buzz, and the strength of the vines, she just ended up falling, breaking the bottle, and cutting her hand open on the broken glass. "Oh, for fuck's sake! Help me!" She took up one of the larger shards in her uninjured hand and started sawing at the vines.
It wasn't like before. When She'd first got here, there hadn't been any people to meet, except Ravenclaws, who totes didn't count, since they were all fucktards when it came to social shit. She could see it now, sneaking some firewhiskey out to party with the fucking birds, and all of them being all, 'Gee, Layne, aren't we a little young for that? Won't we get in trouble?' Pussies. Freak Boy would probably get lost on his way to snitch on her and otherwise lick some teacher's ass.
Fine, she'd have her own fucking party. If all those assholes wanted to think they were too fucking cool for her, she'd just go ahead and drink all the damn booze herself. The bottle fit snugly into the arm of her jacket, hidden from the world. And if she was distracted and peevish on her way out to the grounds, well, that certainly wasn't newsworthy. She stalked out to the greenhouse and hid in the thickest clump of plants she could find that didn't have fangs or thorns, and pulled out her bottle.
She'd taken more than a few swigs, when she suddenly realized that her socks were starting to look...leafier than usual. "Oh, shit!" The goddamn plant thing was growing vines around her legs. She tried to get away, but between her buzz, and the strength of the vines, she just ended up falling, breaking the bottle, and cutting her hand open on the broken glass. "Oh, for fuck's sake! Help me!" She took up one of the larger shards in her uninjured hand and started sawing at the vines.