Vicky stands infront of the school, waiting for her parent's to come pick her up. She weilds her trumpet case in one hand (we stan a band kid here) and her concerningly heavy backpack in the other. Feeling a drop of rain on her nose, she looks up. Rain immediately pattering her face. Usually she wouldn't mind, but this is just inconvenient. She scoffs softly, rolling her eyes "Dang it..."
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2☆ིྀ
07/09/2025
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08/09/2025