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VIOLA ANONYMOUS
do we go to the same school?
[10:21am]
VIOLA TAPS AGGRESSIVELY AGAINST the screen of her phone as her best friend grumbles immaturely, hands trapped over her ears in an insane attempt to drown out the continuous student noise. They sit at a lunch table in the cafeteria, Viola snacking on an apple and Genevieve wolfing down her packet of potato crisps, mocking younger students who walk by with hands covering their mouths as they giggle and gossip.
i don't know, do we?
[10:21am]
aren't you just hilarious
[10:21am]
i try my very best
[10:21am]
i'm impatient
[10:22am]
and i'm hungry, nice to meet you
[10:22am]
like i said, hilarious
[10:22am]
i really am hungry though, this canteen line seems to run forever
[10:23am]
Viola whips her head up immediately, scoping out the long line of students standing across the lunch room. Her eyes shuffle constantly, trying to recognise anyone who holds a phone in their hands—but that's the thing, everyone is. Addicts. Not that she could really talk.
stop looking for me viola
[10:26am]