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୨୧˚♡* ♱    starter call, accepting.    ( @he11inquent​ )

                the  ladder  to  the  hayloft  feels  like  imagination  and  the  wildness  of  childhood,  though  she  finds  that  the  feeling  is  hollow,  shallow.  a  brief  step  and  then  it  is  gone.  her  sisters  still  adore  it,  to  june  sofia  and  lucy  claire  it  is  their  princess  castle,  to  leah  anne  a  place  to  bring  the  radio  that  was  never  supposed  to  leave  the  house,  to  mary  rose  a  quiet  place  in  a  house  full  of  noise  and  to  abigail  brooke  it  is  a  hide  away  from  her  mean  older  sister  that  doesn’t  let  her  wear  makeup  or  understand  her  at  all.  but  before  all  of  them,  it  was  hers.  and  now,  it’s  hers  too.  but  not  like  it  is  theirs.  they  had  listened  when  she  told  them  to  stay  away  for  a  few  days,  or  however  long  it  took,  for  the  most  part,  but  not  without  questioning,  especially  from  the  ever  curious  twins.  and  lying  was  a  sin,  so  she  tried  her  best  to  only  go  out  to  the  hayloft  after  she  had  put  her  sisters  to  bed.  at  least,  most  of  her  sisters.  abigail  brooke  refused  to  sleep  until  laura  lee  did  because  she  was  a  teenager  now,  too,  and  leah  anne  was  becoming  rather  mischievous,  herself.

                atop  the  ladder,  covered  in  as  many  blankets  as  she  could  spare,  was  tate.  she  smiled  with  a  warm  empathy  as  she  brings  him  dinner,  leftover  from  what  she  had  made  for  her  and  her  sisters.  which  is,  of  course,  the  first  thing  she  apologizes  for.    “  i’m  sorry  it’s  cold,  i  tried  to  get  here  as  fast  as  i  could.  the  twins  wanted,  like,  a  zillion  stories  and  they  kept  getting  up  after  i  put  them  to  bed.  i  swear  they  never  give  me  this  much  trouble  on  a  normal  day,  it's  like  they  know,  or  something.  ”    i  think  it  would  be  easier  if  you  just  came  inside,  almost  slips  out,  but  shame  runs  through  her  like  a  burning  river.  she  never  could  find  the  line  between  kindness  and  scandal,  but  she  does  know  that  her  parents  would  not  react  kindly  to  her  keeping  a  boy  in  the  barn,  at  least  not  at  first.  she  sits  across  from  him,  pulling  her  cardigan  tighter  around  her  body  to  keep  the  chill  of  the  breeze  between  the  rafters  out.    “  is  it  getting  any  better?  ”    she  feels  ridiculous  for  asking,  and  immediately  wishes  she  hadn’t,  but  that’s  how  she  feels  about  most  things  that  she  says.

laura lee is actually very timid to a fault when she’s not with her friends, and it takes a while for her to warm up to people. she’s very much someone that sticks to the background and just smiles at jokes or stories, very rarely participates in discussion as a whole. the only time you could get her to talk to a stranger at length is when she’s nervous and rambling or when someone else is in danger/needs her to.

୨୧˚♡* ♱    starter call, accepting.    ( @ilvaites​ )

                she  supposes  there  is  something  holy  about  misty  and  her  devotion  to  the  team.  she  knows  the  other  girls  always  have  something  to  say  about  it.  but,  and  she  doesn’t  mean  to  be  catty,  they  have  something  to  say  about  everything.  she  can  feel  it  begin,  gnawing  on  her  lip  with  guilt  and  the  incessant  picking  at  her  nails.  she  should  speak  up,  but  she  can’t,  and  that’s  why  she’s  weak.  that’s  why  she  prays  to  the  Lord  for  strength,  asking  Him  for  guidance  and  courage.  she  doesn’t  know  who  misty  prays  to,  or  if  she  prays  at  all.  but  she’s  brave,  she  knows  that  much.

                and  it’s  that  bravery  that  helps  her  now,  that  causes  her  to  shine  so  in  the  face  of  crisis.  as  the  days  pass,  laura  lee  feels  herself  growing  weaker,  but  misty  seems  to  do  nothing  of  the  sort.  she  took  a  babysitter's  red  cross  class.  twice!  she’s  the  most  obvious  blessing  laura  lee  has  seen  so  far,  though  countless  others  have  prevailed,  and  she  needs  to  remind  herself  of  that  as  much  as  she  can  if  she’s  going  to  stay  close  to  God  during  this.  and  that  she  will,  she  has  to.  laura  lee  presses  close  to  Him  now,  as  misty  pokes  and  prods  at  the  ugly  looking  bruise  on  her  forehead  she  had  acquired  during  the  crash.  it  hurts,  but  misty’s  doing  her  a  favor,  so  she’s  thankful.    “  all  of  this  from  a  red  cross  class?  ”    she  teases,  gently,  an  extension  of  playfulness  at  the  scene  of  red  and  gray.  laura  lee  falters,  awkwardly,  her  eyes  fluttering  downward  to  her  lap  before  lifting  again,  startled  and  apologetic  as  she  remembers  misty’s  introductions  to  look  up  with  gritted  teeth.    “  it  just,  um,  i  don’t  know.  it  just  seems  …  it’s  just  so  much,  you  know?  you’re  practically  an  expert.  i  mean,  i  have  little  sisters  and  they’re  clumsy,  i  thought  i  knew  some  stuff.  but  …  ”    the  scene  in  front  of  them  is  littered  with  concussions,  broken  limbs,  and  gaping  wounds.    “  not-  not  this  clumsy.  ”

okay one last thing and that i need to stop projecting on this poor sweet girl fr but i think. laura lee loves her friends and they're a kind of family but like when she really takes a step back and looks? she's not that close with them and that's just the high school varsity team experience babey

like literally.

#what if the private plane my dad paid for us to go to nationals in ends up crashing #and we stumble across a haunted cabin and do a seance #and i get possessed #and you baptize me in the river the next day to help out #and we were both girls