It hadn't been the weekend Isabel had planned on. She'd been grabbed on her way to town and spent two days in Tartarus screaming . But she'd finally been rescued and made her way back to her room. Cold, tired, and worried about what Wyatt was doing in the midst of all this, Isabel pulled a blanket around her shoulders and curled up on her bed. [For the boyfriend.] read more
Hey Fandom, this is not that loud girl who usually does radio. This is Marshall Eriksen, teacher and...uh...would-be marathon runner. I should have thought about what else I've accomplished before I came here. Would-be marathon runner doesn't sound impressive at all. Anyways, I'm reporting your news tonight because everybody else was in hell. Literally. Have I mentioned I love this school? Because I really, really do. You just can't get this kind of action in New York. Asking nothing, leave...
