Call Me Maybe
Date: Sept. 9th
The day already is crap. Only a week into this and she hates it more than when she first started. Not only is she half starved, which is probably why she hates it so much at the moment, everything has seemed to be...... the opposite of the real world. The first weird thing here is the food. Appearing on the table and disappearing was not only suspicious but also super suspicious. Obviously the food had to be made somewhere, they probably had a kitchen somewhere in this hell whole, maybe I should look for it later. Find something real to eat but it seemed so fake. The fruit has been the only thing she's eaten. And sure the first and second day it kept her content but now? She is craving something else. She would even eat a meal with her mother alone if that meant for her not to be hungry anymore. No! That's just the hunger talking
Her mother. The one who caused her to be like this. Devil child, devil child The words pop up in her head like a chant. Maybe she wouldn't have been like this if her father wasn't so angry and her mother did something to stop him from using her as a fighting dummy. Sucking in her cheeks, for a moment she looked comical. Puffing them out, she lets out a sigh. Not wanting to admit it, she missed home. She missed having practice after practice to avoid being home. She missed Cole. Her last few weeks there were terrible. Wincing she remembers how she spent them. Alone, with her father, in a hotel room. Her mother refused for her to stay in their house a moment longer. She claimed that Willow would curse the rest of the children before she left.
Passing a staircase, she pauses while looking down at it. Her mind is pulled from thinking about home as she spots a kid walking into a classroom. The kid happened to be someone from the class she needed to attend. WWhat if I didn't. Claimed to be lost Sucking in her bottom lip, she drags it out and she makes a decision. Don't go. After all she's not going to get stuck on one of those things again. Who created those stupid things? Sighing, she continues to walk forward, And who saw that and went 'Sure lets keep these'? Rolling her eyes, she reaches into her bag and starts digging for her sisters gum. Pulling a piece out, she drops the gum pack into the bag before slamming straight into someone. Dropping her bag, she stumbles backwards and is automatically irritated. Landing on both feet, she regains her balance and stares at the offender. Her pretty deceiving face screws up in disgust as she looks at the person up and down. Who the hell does this person think he is, slamming into people while no one else is around
"Hey prick! Watch where you're going! How do you hit someone like that in this empty, empty, hall?! Huh?" Her voice was sharp. Eyes narrowed at the guy, she takes him in. Messy brown hair, looked slightly older. Heat raises up her neck, where she knows is probably red by now. Thinking of that anger and embarrassment flares up in her. Practically snarling at him she starts talking over whatever he could be and not be saying. "Oh what? Did you not learn how to look forward when you walk? Were you too used to your mommy holding your hand?" Her lips go down into a sarcastic pout. Fluttering her eyelashes for more effect she waves him off.
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At least she's pretty
@Keegan Cadwalader
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Call Me Maybe
Keegan was distracted that day. More distracted than normal. He didn't know what the bloody hell was wrong with him. He supposed it was the letter he owled to Nyx. She's been gone for more than a few weeks and he was getting increasingly worried about her. Maybe something terrible happened to his friend. His head was glued to the floor, his face twisted, eyebrows furrowed and frowning. He looked more disgruntled and in a sour mood rather than distracted and worried. His dad always said he'd got that from his Grandpa. Speaking of his Dad, now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen any letters from him either. "Tosser," Keegan mumbled under his breath. Couldn't bother to send a note. Maybe-probably he was off with someone else, he sighed. No, he always wrote back. Maybe Elionwy couldn't actually find the bastard this time. Keegan's feet fell trepidatiously on the cobblestone. He was going to breakfast but then at the last minute turned and spun around on his feet deciding to head to the owlery. He couldn't take it anymore.
CRASH.
"Hey prick! Watch where you're going! How do you hit someone like that in this empty, empty, hall?! Huh?"
Her voice grated against Keegan's ears and he nearly flinched, not expecting her to be so…loud. "Huh?" He said, with a dumb expression on his face, confused.
"Oh what? Did you not learn how to look forward when you walk? Were you too used to your mommy holding your hand?"
His eyes narrowed when she said that about his mum "oh Fuck Off-," he saw she was younger than he was and cut himself short from using more colorful language. He saw how red she was and he frowned more. He dragged his hand down, his tired looking face exasperated. "Nev'r mind. I don't ha'e time for this-," Keegan gave her an annoyed look, as she battered her eyelashes. His lip twitching incredulously as he rolled his eyes. "C'mon get out of-,"
CRASH.
"Hey prick! Watch where you're going! How do you hit someone like that in this empty, empty, hall?! Huh?"
Her voice grated against Keegan's ears and he nearly flinched, not expecting her to be so…loud. "Huh?" He said, with a dumb expression on his face, confused.
"Oh what? Did you not learn how to look forward when you walk? Were you too used to your mommy holding your hand?"
His eyes narrowed when she said that about his mum "oh Fuck Off-," he saw she was younger than he was and cut himself short from using more colorful language. He saw how red she was and he frowned more. He dragged his hand down, his tired looking face exasperated. "Nev'r mind. I don't ha'e time for this-," Keegan gave her an annoyed look, as she battered her eyelashes. His lip twitching incredulously as he rolled his eyes. "C'mon get out of-,"
Call Me Maybe
Date: Sept. 9th
He's an idiot He obviously was. The guy thought it was a terrific idea to crash into her the way he did and then have the audacity look at her with this stupid look on the face. Honestly the look was just angering her. Should I slap that look off his face? Scoffing slightly, she hits him with something that seems to get everyone and anyone to react. Their mother. For some weird reason almost everyone gets offended when someone else says something about their mother. But if someone said something about my mother..... I might agree The moment the words came out of her mouth, his entire demeanor changes. He probably didn't even realize it, as his stance changes into a more defensive position as he opens his mouth. "Oh fuck off-" Almost as quick as the words left his mouth, he cuts himself off the moment he got a glance at her and frowns. Raising her eyebrow, she mentally rolls her eyes, Thoguht he was all big bad until he saw I was younger year?!
"Ohhh what? Why'd you stop using your big bad words?"
She smirks at him, knowing full well that he just started something that he'll never be able to end. From the way he got defensive in the beginning made her want to... fight. Or more like, argue. His expression instantly became a more tired look, as if he didn't have time for this.Damn, I must be able to read minds now. How devilish is that, mother? she thinks as he repeats what she just assumed. After fluttering her eyelashes, he rolls her eyes. "C'mon get out of-"
Cutting him off, her smirk turns into more of a sneer, "Get out of your way?! Was that what you were going to say? Ha. Technically you were in my way." This time she rolled her eyes at him. Letting out a sigh that sounded as if he was wasting her time, she tilts her head and stares at him, waiting for him to say something. Messy brown hair that looked as if a comb has never touched it once and dark blue eyes. Alana Her best friends name flashed into her head like a giant neon sign. Alana, the boy crazed lover girl. Willow's opposite, her twin and the only one so far who could calm the devil child down. Glancing at the guy, she knows what Alana would've done. Started being nice, blushing and flirting. After all the idiot was her friends type. The only thing he was missing was the toxic, dangerous air. Alana has come crying too many times for her age about some older guy that was toxic. But she could practically hear her whispering in her ear. I'm going to ruin his life After all it was a nice punishment for slamming into her like that.
Ignoring whatever he said, she flashes him a confident smile that her best friend told her changed her entire features and made her ten times prettier. Running her hand through her hair dead brown locks, fits perfectly with what my mother shaped me into she raises her eyebrow, challenging him to comment on her attitude switch. Such a Willow move she thought with an eye roll, not caring if he saw or not.
"Anyways there's been a question that has been bugging me since you ever so rudely ran into me," There's no question mentally she snickers, "Where were you going in such a hurry?" She drags out the word such with a smirk. Sucking in her bottom lip, she drags it out and taps her foot impatiently as if she had somewhere better to be.
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@Keegan Cadwalader
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