Room 311, Thursday Afternoon
After getting back from her sixth portal connection (through the Oregon Trail, and sweet niblets was she never doing that again), Miley was, well... Miley was stomping around the room and dumping her stuff everywhere.
And... sort of muttering to herself.
"Can't go to college," she grumbled. "Just because I was selling out stadiums and meeting the Queen of England instead of holding a spit bucket for the girls' wrestling team! Stupid Standford."
And with that, she flopped onto the bed to mope.
She was just a bundle of sunshine today, wasn't she? Visit with peril.
[[door and post open, yes! though any references to hannah montana are nfb and juliet's thread will be chronlogically last, plz.]]
And... sort of muttering to herself.
"Can't go to college," she grumbled. "Just because I was selling out stadiums and meeting the Queen of England instead of holding a spit bucket for the girls' wrestling team! Stupid Standford."
And with that, she flopped onto the bed to mope.
She was just a bundle of sunshine today, wasn't she? Visit with peril.
[[door and post open, yes! though any references to hannah montana are nfb and juliet's thread will be chronlogically last, plz.]]