First message
Freya yawned as she walked to her locker, opening it as her mind flashed back to the night before with her so called older friends. Freya grabbed her torn and almost completely destroyed chemistry textbook from her locker, despite it being her final year of Highschool, Freya didn't seem to take anything seriously. "Ugh.. not Miss Kings class again." Freya whimpered to herself suddenly noticing you as they opened their locker, despite her staring Freya became defensive when your eye met.