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GEN I; TONY STONEM. MICHELLE RICHARDSON. SID JENKINS. MAXXIE OLIVER. JAL FRASER. CHRIS MILES. CASSIE AINSWORTH. ANWAR KHARRAL.

GEN II; KATIE FITCH. ELIZABETH STONEM. JAMES COOK. FREDDIE MCCLAIR. EMILY FITCH. NAOMI CAMPBELL. KAREN MCCLAIR.

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I could never do them knots at Cubs, you know, and they said, "Ah, he's not got the fingers for it," or whatever. But look what my fucking fingers can do now, eh?

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katie fitch - skins uk 3.08 'effy'

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　　❛ ❛ ᴱ⁻ᴱᶠᶠᵞ (!) . .. . . . effy!!! ❜ ❜ 𝗔 𝗕𝗜𝗚 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗧, garnering the attention of none but the girl clad in black and blue amidst all the hustle and bustle of who's shagging who and how much ket they found in kieran's desk drawer last week. naomi's brown leather jacket bounces as she catches up to her so that they can walk down the hallowed halls of their 𝚗𝚘𝚝-𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢-𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 learning institute together. 　　 ❛ ❛ you comin' tonight? i've only got a half-empty bottle of 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒔 left, gonna have to leech off of everyone else. you? ❜ ❜ @offsrail——

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❛ ❛ you're a good player. 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, kind of, anyway. 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿? ❜ ❜ as his opponent trails off, jal realises approaching first would take him by surprise 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵. he seems to be too focused on the rash jump and hit, rather than the 𝒇𝒍̤͙𝒐̤͙𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆. watching her brothers on the courts for years has conditioned her to understand the sport in a depth which truly displeases her, but still, 𝗝𝗔𝗟'𝗦 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗦𝗘𝗧 𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗔 — although the clarinet lingers in her heart. rusted-orange hued skirt flutters in the wind as her racket stands idly by her side, wondering just what he'll say to the challenge in her remark — 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗 being the most easily broken, she's taken to notice. . . @acedset– –

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Hi, um. Hi Tony — my birthday party is coming up and I. Well um, if y-you wanted to come …

❛ ❛ 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒̤͙ 𝑖 𝑑𝑜, nina. ❜ ❜ school boy suave exudes from his fingertips, his tongue remedies even a sliver of diffidence with words that share semblance to both a bandage and a knife — 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 what his next move would be, even when it's outlined in 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥𝙞𝙚. 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒. . . he lounges around the streets of ₙₑ̼⧢ ᵧₒᵣₖ̼ ꜀ᵢ̼ₜᵧ as if he owns it all... every building, every block, every restaurant and every coffee shop. 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘨𝘰 and he makes it ever present in the way he talks to the pristine 𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔. in truth, he would've found a way to attend this little ballerina themed party (that would no doubt look like something thrown for a 9 year old) and snuck in some sort of drug, bag, chronic. nothing he touches is ever safe and though she might not realise it, 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒. not that it bothers him in even the slightest. ❛ ❛ i know exactly what i'm going to get you. the best birthday gift for 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 of the big apple. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 – big surprise. . . excited yet? ❜ ❜

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looking at her like this, it's hard to recognise her. with his tie suffocating him, Tony wants to hug his little sister and tell her how he's going to fix it. like he hopes he can. but a part of him is worried that this time, he can't. that this time, her tears have left too much of a stain and she can't quite seem to fix it with any amount of bleach. “ oh effy ... ” two hands wipe his face. the metallic room they sit in feels preposterous — they should be sat in their living room right now, mum upstairs, love on the spectrum on the telly, an unfinished game of scrabble on the table. her, sat on the floor facing the tv, and tony, laid on the sofa, hands behind his head, legs crossed. it's not fucking fair. nothing about this is fair but the law isn't fair, a lesson he's learned that by now. “ how am i gonna get you out of this one? ” @offsrail– –

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" yeah, and you're completely normal, aren't you cookie? " effy bites her already raw lips, chapped and wind-whipped beyond belief. her expression is unreadable beneath the curtain of black hair. then again, it always seems to be. never quite human in the way she observes the rest of them. " 'least my mum stayed. " and there it is, teeth sinking themselves into the soft of cook's heart. she doesn't even give him the courtesy of her gaze.

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“ compared to you. yeah. ” he wants to scream in her face. he wants to kiss her. he can't tell between the two. they're always so tough and meaningless – just bodies existing around each other but never with. not in the same way as her and freds, he thinks to himself, before taking another pull of his creased rollie. “ good thing for me, i don't care about you or your soddin' mum. ” cook points his cigarette at her then at the house she stands infront of. “ what are you doin anyway? y'look like fuck. ”

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“ come on eff! ” a wide cheshire grin motions for the girl to keep running with her, out behind the school, her handbag bobbing along. the pink and black stripes finally reach the end of the field followed dually by effy. katie's back stays turned from any potential authority as she takes a joint out of a glasses case. “ it's my first time rolling. don't be mean, okay? ........ have you smoked lots before? ” trying so desperately hard to get an affirmation that she's cool and edgy like effy is too. it'll happen soon, she thinks. she'll like me enough soon. @offsrail– –

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“ your mam's a chip off the old block. ” face winces at the sight of her. a wreck, simple hues of greyscale – not a spec of colour on even her skin. “ a fuckin' weirdo. you're both skitz. don' think she's as bad as you though. ” cook scoffs as he blows out fag smoke right through her, it could almost knock the girl over but he doesn't care. doesn't care about much anyway. @offsrail– –

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WINONA RYDER as VERONICA SAWYER Heathers (1988)

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/̳/⠀⠀@lobmis. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗟𝗟: perfect, 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟 — won't speak if not spoken to first. but there's this lingering feeling; that he might change that. (she can't quite place it but there's just something about him.) he's quite strange and he doesn't really hang out with many people. michelle can't shake the feeling 𝚑𝚎 gives her, even through their minimal exchanged glances passing classes. he gets her so curious. the thought of him deletes tony from her mind, as wrong as it feels to think. she just wants to get to know him, its not a feeling she's ever really felt before. 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨, 𝗕𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗬?

not truly averse to loneliness, michelle has always been a social creature. seated in a table at the back with the company of just one, she's less tempted to zone out as tom talks 𝚜𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊 with this new guy sat next to her. she's not an introvert by any means, but when it comes to guys, she's never usually the one trying too hard. nevertheless, after being sent off to complete a conversational task in their respective groups, michelle doesn't let an opportunity go, even with tony sat a table away.

a few seconds pass and she grows restless as the class gets louder. ❛❛ hey, billy, yeah? ❜❜ 𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑠, the tiniest spec of his attention garnering a warm reaction. ❛❛ saw you, i think, at chris's, the other night. ❜❜