[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F5BCC9]Desdemona Pemberton[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/8FJsUlhnBf5OvF0NBM/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=F5BCC9]Location:[/color][/b] Crystal RiveSchool For Troubled Youth - Courtyard [hr][hr][/center]

Desdemona, Mona to anyone who knew better, did not often buy her lunch in the cafeteria. If you could call whatever slop they served in there food. You'd think if they wanted to reform the bad kids they would not treat them like prisoners. [color=F5BCC9]"Magda, your finest slop if you please."[/color] She asked the lunch lady, who was probably not called Magda. She heaped a good portion of something gray on her tray before Mona took off and, promptly, dumped it all in the trash. She picked up an apple and made her way out into the courtyard.

Outside she heard the vocals of Keira, who seemed to have a small gathering. Mona fought an eye roll. The girl had pipes, she could admit, but was now a good time for a guitar solo? Mona sat alone the grass and bit into her apple. Another dull fucking day here. She needed to get out. Quickly. It was starting to drain her of any essence of life she still possessed.