The events leading up to now were all blurry considering it was only us in a fog encased enviorment where no sign of anything could be spotted from anywhere within the bus. It was like an out-of body experience and felt like a dream. When the memory of it ended and I opened my eyes believing it actually wasn’t a dream, the pain from the fall set in and I realised it was actually real. My hair was going over my pounding head and as I tried to put it away I noticed some of the hairs were stuck. I reached to the sticky part of my head where these hairs were stuck to find out they were stuck to blood. With much of my hair still shielding my view I couldn’t see much, but I saw enough. Most people had wounds and considering my didn’t seem as bad as theirs I thought I would approach somebody and help them out. But who to approach? The guy with the cury hairstyle? The beat up guy? The Melanie Martinez wannabe? The girl with cure ringlets? The reepy dude? The cute f*ckboy? The asian workaholic? The cute asian? The tall blonde? The girl who is both blonde and brunette? The Indian girl? The gi … Oh that’s a guy? Or the clean chaven asian dude? I decided to approach one of them and asked “What do you need help with?”
ORP: Approachable
Btw Leslie already made nicknames for you all, before she finds out your names that’s what she’s gonna call you guys in her mind.