Room 232, Wednesday afternoon

[unddann]

Lola was bored. Bored enough, in fact, to end up calling her mom, just to talk.

"//. . . No, Mom, it's fine, I'm -- I didn't run away, I went to school. . . . No, Mom, I -- No, Mom -- You don't -- you and Papa -- are you drink -- no, of course not -- that's not how it -- will you just -- don't -- Mom . . . Mom. . . . Mom. . . . just --" It wasn't going well. "HALT DIE KLAPPE!!"

Her voice hit a particularly piercing, high note on the last short "e" of the conversation as Lola let her frustration take over. Fortunately, the damage seemed to limit itself to just the glass in her framed picture of her parents shattering.

And, you know, possibly her mother's ear drum.

She hung up and pitched the phone across the room. Great, now she was bored and angry.

[ooc: door and post are open.]

Comments

[unddann]

"I like boys," Lola pointed out helpfully. "And punk."

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"So it just boys in general or punk boys?" Jamie asked.

[unddann]

"Mmm. Certain boys. But not just punk boys."

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Well then clearly we need to get you out to Caritas," Jamie said with a nod. "Because all the boys are a fool for German rock singers."

[unddann]

"If that were true, you would know more Nena." Lola shrugged. "What is Caritas?"

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Local bar slash karaoke," Jamie replied. "No ID checks so you can get all the booze you want."

[unddann]

"Oh, ja, they check your age in America." Lola shrugged. "It sounds fun."