What friends? Nym was standing on the street on her own, probably looking rather strange with nobody around her, staring round the place with big blue eyes without a clue of what to do. She would've much rather be at home than standing here looking silly.
She idly tugged at the bottom of her grey oversized hoodie, which ended almost halfway down her thigh. She liked the looseness of it, even if it was obvious it was too big, especially seeing as she was wearing blue skinny jeans and black converse, making her lower half look extremely small. Over her shoulder was the messenger bag that held everything she carried with her.
Out of it, she pulled her small mobile phone, sliding the screen sideways so that she could see the time. She sighed, realising only a few minutes had passed during her passive staring.
"Forget this..." Nym mumbled to herself, tired of trying to stay out just because it would make her parents happy to see her have a life. She could be quite happy sitting at home and doodling in her sketchpad, without the need for company. After replacing the phone back into her bag, she hugged her sketchpad tighter against her chest before slowly beginning to make her way home, planning on walking seeing as it would waste alot of time and make her parents think she was out for longer than she actually was.
She wandered along the main street, listening to the world as she passed by, rather than to the music she'd usually have plugged into her ears. The roar of a motorbike rushed past her, the sudden loudness of it making her flinch away from the road, a little squeal escape her. She didn't like motorbikes, they were too loud and too fast. Never would she find herself on one, not even for a dare. Although, who would dare her? With another sigh, she pulled herself together and continued walking. Perhaps she'd get something to eat on the way home?