Washi Tape

"Dear Digital Diary,

High school sucks. There's sucky-teachers, sucky-students, bum principals, and school gets even suckier when you have nothing going on. I can't wait to graduate and forget this place."

Her slim digits practically rasped away. Sounds of typing and teenage angst could be heard for miles, blissfully (if your definition of 'bliss' considers 'pissed off to hell and back) unaware of her surroundings - or the other girl peering over shoulder.

"Then what?" She smooths a curl from her forehead. "What happens after you graduate?"