Date: 2009-04-30 03:11 am (UTC)
[WOOOOO OKAY I'LL START HERE I GO.]

[Moa slips out the front door of the high school, bundled up as usual in a big blanket. She rubs at her eyes, tired. Crying takes a lot out of a girl.

She looks awful, but who cares anymore?

It occurs to her that she doesn't know what Daniel actually looks like.

Well, it'll be easy to spot her, at least. Just look for the miserable teenager angsting near the doors.
]
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