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revengenotebook) wrote2019-04-12 11:30 am
revengenotebook) wrote2019-04-12 11:30 am
Room 420 [Late Thursday afternoon]
Paris was in a pretty decent mood for once as she got ready for Prom with her hair up in rollers and wearing both mascara and lipstick like some kind of girl who know what the hell she was doing.
And then she got the mail.
The envelope from Harvard had arrived...and it was small. "Oh no," she whispered, opening it with shaking fingers.
Dear Ms. Geller, We regret to inform you--
She didn't get any further.
"This is fine," she said, letter falling from her hands. "It's fine. Five generations of Gellers got into this school but it's fine. I have prom in two hours. It's fine."
It was definitely not fine.
[OOC: Establishy!]
And then she got the mail.
The envelope from Harvard had arrived...and it was small. "Oh no," she whispered, opening it with shaking fingers.
Dear Ms. Geller, We regret to inform you--
She didn't get any further.
"This is fine," she said, letter falling from her hands. "It's fine. Five generations of Gellers got into this school but it's fine. I have prom in two hours. It's fine."
It was definitely not fine.
[OOC: Establishy!]