This week the upperclassmen flounce off to an apple festival. Ellen does not know what an apple festival is. Nor has she ever eaten apple pie. This girl has led a terrifyingly sheltered life.

Speaking of Ellen, I lose every last bit of my shit at her description of herself.

Also I had to draw her…

"I'm just a rock with hair!"

“I’m just a rock with hair!”

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