"I think that's why they keep it down low, so people are all jealous and stuff and other people can have some weird sense of superiority." Frances mused, wrinkling her nose, then added, "It's one of the many downfalls of high school society." She shrugged about the car thing. It wasn't like she could expect everyone to remember her freaky reaction giant metal boxes of irony doom. "No big."
Frances looked up at the ceiling, making a thoughtful noise. "You're right, no yearbook club or newspaper, I'm pretty sure it makes ME want to do something harmful and I don't do harmful things." Yearbook might not be the worst thing ever, but newspaper sounded terrible. All the deadlines and stories about what was actually in the meat loaf. Maybe it wasn't like that, Frances didn't read the school newspaper, but in her head there were a lot of stories about weird things. "I don't think I can act, but I was thinking of doing something for the drama club. Like set design or costumes or something. It might be fun. As for boys, I'm pretty sure it'd keep us plenty busy, even if you can't put 'Totally awesome relationship with so and so' on your college application." She made little finger quotes with her words. She wasn't sure she could keep a boyfriend, but she could date. Everyone could date, right? "Why is thinking of things to do so hard?" She asked, turning onto her side to pout a little bit at Niamh.
The pout left her face pretty quickly and was replaced with a smile when Niamh agreed to her idea. "Awesome! I was really hoping you'd say that because I really want coffee. Like truckloads upon truckloads of coffee."