Elias
Elias was snickering, under his breath. The girl was red-faced, and shoved past the blonde, stomping right through the food Elias had laid out. "Why... you..." It seemed the girl hadn't any words for Phoebe, stomping away from the ruined picnic.
The boy glanced up, watched her go and huffed, "She wasn't very good anyway. Miwa, you say?" He was interested, and smirked as he claimed the second jar of juice. "Gladly."
Elias scoffed, shaking his head. "Well, at least she's gone. She's such a racist little brat." He offered his hand to Phoebe once again, "Now, will you please walk with me? He can clean this mess up, he made it."
The boy glanced up, watched her go and huffed, "She wasn't very good anyway. Miwa, you say?" He was interested, and smirked as he claimed the second jar of juice. "Gladly."
Elias scoffed, shaking his head. "Well, at least she's gone. She's such a racist little brat." He offered his hand to Phoebe once again, "Now, will you please walk with me? He can clean this mess up, he made it."
Nothing around here is quite as it seems,
Not sure if anything's real or a dream,
And the only thing sure from the start,
Is the song that's inside of your heart,
Don't let it leave.
Not sure if anything's real or a dream,
And the only thing sure from the start,
Is the song that's inside of your heart,
Don't let it leave.
