In the Streets of "Portugal" x.com/officialR5/sta…

"You should know there is no explanation." x.com/songwriterally…

"Anyway, we should go shopping!" x.com/songwriterally…

"I could use some new clothes." x.com/songwriterally…

"I've had so many outfits ruined by that doof, it's ridiculous." x.com/songwriterally…

"Alright, where to first?" x.com/songwriterally…

"Forever 21 for sure." x.com/songwriterally…

"I'm so excited!" x.com/songwriterally…

Trish was seated on the bench in the center of the Music Factory with a magazine in hand. It was too early for » ((Богуслава Гоголь))

» any of the students to arrive yet, but Trish kept her promise and followed /most/ of Ally's rules. When Богуслава Гоголь entered, she »

» made no effort to look him in the eye. "Hello, Богуслава Гоголь.." She groaned, flipping the page. Another headache for the day, »

» and it wasn't even ten o'clock yet. Her eyes grazed the pages as she softly hummed the tunes she had sang in the play. ((Богуслава Гоголь))

"Happy Birthday, Богуслава Гоголь. Here's to another year of you being an idiot."

|| Should I do an RL picture? I don't know... Thoughts?

"Ally is probably at a library, and Austin is probably asleep. I'm surprised you aren't doing the same thing..." She » ((Богуслава Гоголь))

» answered Богуслава Гоголь, still not making eye contact. Flipping the page once more, Trish continued reading the article that spilled over »

» about three pages. She wasn't interested in interacting with Богуслава Гоголь that much, because she had enough stress as is. "But since »

» you're here, you can start the set up for today's lessons." She instructed Богуслава Гоголь. Bossing people around was her specialty.