What Time Is It?

Clorica Beaumont || Sophomore || 15

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[𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼]

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* •｡ ✧ •｡ *ﾟHer alarm rang for her to get up, yet there she lied, still in bed and not moving. She felt that there was no need for her to rush to get to class on time. It’ll be there the whole period and tomorrow, too. She couldn’t escape it.

* •｡ ✧ •｡ *ﾟSimilarly, to how she couldn’t escape her lack of relationships in the school. It was something that used to bother her, but had grown used to it as time went on. She figured she was just one of those people, the people that you’re only friends with in the moment. Maybe she wasn’t cut out to have friends? Maybe she wasn’t “friend material”?

* •｡ ✧ •｡ *ﾟHowever, she did have one friend. One friend who didn’t let her sit alone or be excluded from events. One friend who did stand by her no matter the situation and was this bubble of sunshine that Clorica never knew she needed in her life until she met her one fateful day before a school dance. Before she met Lanna.

* •｡ ✧ •｡ *ﾟLanna had given the sophomore hope that she could still make friends despite her lack of personality most of the time. Sure, Lanna approached her first, but that meant that Clorica was somewhat personable, right? It had to. It had to because it was the one thing that kept Clorica motivated to make more friends and take the initiative to make her high school life better.

* •｡ ✧ •｡ *ﾟIt was unlike her, but she was ready. She was ready for a new beginning! Now only if she could get out of bed...

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Misplaced || Lanna & Clorica

Continued from here [x] 

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Clorica wasn’t sure why she was up so early, it wasn’t like her at all. She was usually the type to sleep through ten alarms before the thought of getting up crept into the back of her mind, barely making an impression. However, today was different. Something told her to get up and walk around to get some club work done and catch up on any work she needed to finish. Her first stop was the front office. Secretly, she volunteered her help here when she had free time and made it her job to organize all of the loose files for the people who worked here. Most tended to be older and her parents had always taught her to help them and anyone in general. “It was the butler way” her father would say.

Once she was done in the front office, she took a stack of papers to go through later and waved them all goodbye. As she walked back to her dorm, her hands filed through the papers and she came across a misplaced letter. This was one of the main reasons she helped out in the front, but she surprised herself that she missed it.

“...Lanna.”

The name rang all too familiar. The blonde was one of the few - very few - people that Clorica had considered a friend and felt the same way back. She’d have to remember to give it to her the next time they ran into each other.

She forgot.

She forgot to give the letter to Lanna and it was now well after school hours. If her friend had been expecting the letter, she was sure that she was feeling pretty forgotten right now. From the name in the top left hand corner, she knew it was her father. That it was important.

“Oh, hey.”

Walking back to her dorm room, she wound up running into the blonde. She must have had practice today. 

“This is yours.”

She handed over the letter she had been carrying all day. At some point she figured they would have run into each other again and wanted to save herself a trip to and from her room. There was no promise that once she was in her dorm, she would come back out.

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Cool Breeze || Open

When the cool Fall air was breezing through, Clorica found it to be her favorite time to nap outside. On top of cooler climates being known to be better for restful sleep, it also allowed for less interactions and interruptions as less people were inclined to be outside once the weather dropped below a certain temperature. Although she hadn’t spent a lot of time outside lately, being tired was a part of who she is. There wasn’t anything she could do (nor did she want to) about it and felt that she did just fine with it. Maybe even better than most think.

A soft patch of green grass had become her place of resting for the afternoon, right under the shade of a large tree. Natural protection from some of the sun’s harmful rays.

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Feed Me || Open

Lavender braids framed her face as her head rested on the table in the library. As usual, she was asleep while she was supposed to be studying, but no one else was around. She hardly saw the librarian either, so how could she pass up the perfect nap time?

Her nap went uninterrupted until she smelled something amazing pass in front of her. Was food allowed in the library? She didn’t think it was, but if they were willing to share then she wouldn’t say anything. Though honestly, she wouldn’t say anything either way, it was too much work to be bothered with.

He wide eyes followed the person once they landed on them and she didn’t break her eye contact with the food in their hand. She was focused.

“What’s that?”

She finally spoke up to get the person to notice her. It was a rare action for her, but anything is possible when food’s part of the equation.

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Hardly Working || Open

Clorica was supposed to be sketching a handful of design ideas for the upcoming events when she felt herself dozing off. It wasn’t that she was entirely bored of the task assigned more than the fact that this wasn’t an unusual situation for her. It was the more common situation in her daily life.

“….”

Her head now rested on her arm which was stretched across the table she was using. It was moments like this when she fell asleep in public that she was thankful for being a quiet and still sleeper. Imagine her embarrassment if she was to wake up and find everyone staring at her and drool running down the side of her mouth. No thanks!

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* •｡ ✧ •｡ *ﾟ One thing Clorica had brought to the academy with her was an old scrapbook that her late grandmother had finished making only two years ago. It was filled with pictures that started with her parents as children then as they grew older and it was followed by Clorica and her siblings.

  * •｡ ✧ •｡ *ﾟHer fingers trailed the edges of the pictures on the current page, her usual silence feeling more lonely than ever. She was always a quiet child, but these pictures reminded her of how much she used to smile. Something she felt she didn’t do as much anymore, though her unnatural sleeping habit never changed. Unfortunately, there was no real explanation for what she had so when it came to trying to explain it, she only sounded lazy. It’s been getting her in real trouble with some of the teachers here at the academy.

* •｡ ✧ •｡ *ﾟThe thought of being home schooled had crossed her mind a number of times, but the one time she had mentioned it to her parents, they had told her no. One of the older families that her parents used to work for paid for all four years of Clorica’s education at Harvest Academy as thanks and they believed it would be rude to waste their money. Especially since she wouldn’t have an opportunity like this again.

* •｡ ✧ •｡ *ﾟShe knew she didn’t fit in with the type of people who were enrolled here and because of that, she had very little friends. Her situation was the same as always when it came to close relationships. They claimed to be her friends and they hung out from time to time, but they were never close. This became more apparent than ever when she finally turned the page to see old pictures of her from a festival in middle school. All of her ‘friends’ were hugging and cuddled up in front of the lens while she stood off to the side, alone, with a very small smile and two fingers up in a V-shape.

* •｡ ✧ •｡ *ﾟTypical. She didn’t spend as much time on this page, the feeling of self-pity building up inside her. She couldn’t deny that these events, although they might not have been clear to her then, have shaped her personality to be what it was now - as it would with most others. Clorica wondered if she would have turned out any different if one person had actually stood beside her as they all said they would have before leaving her in the background. She was never one of many words, but maybe a smile wouldn’t be as foreign of an idea as it was now.

* •｡ ✧ •｡ *ﾟThe last number of pages in the book she only skimmed over. The number of people in her pictures dwindled while the number in her siblings’ pictures grew, a pattern that’s followed her to this day.

* •｡ ✧ •｡ *ﾟOnly two more years. Her head rested on her arms that used the table for support, her eyes slowly closing.

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Piece of Cake || Clorica & Lillie

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       【☀】~ Lillie hums as she collects her orders of chocolate cake, the sugary aroma of the Sweet Spot bringing a contented smile to her face. She waves as she heads over to her shared table with her project partner, Clorica. They had gone around to take pictures around the school for the yearbook, and the brunette figured she could take her junior out for a little treat afterwards. 

       “Heeeeere they are! Two chocolate cakes for two hardworking gals! Treat’s on me, of course.” She ends off with a wink, setting Clorica’s order down before settling into her own seat. She wastes no time in stabbing her fork through the soft cake, breaking off a piece and plopping it into her mouth. She can’t help the hum of sheer delight as the rich chocolate hits her taste buds, the bittersweet taste making them dance and sing in delight. 

       “Mm mm mmm~!” She swallows. “No matter how many times I eat it, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of chocolate.” Laughing, she points her fork at Clorica. “How’s yours? Oh, and good work today, by the way.”

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Clorica sat at a table alone while she waited for Lillie to return. The brunette had kindly offered to buy the two a treat once they finished their work and although Clorica thought about turning her down, free food. It was an offer that she could hardly ever refuse.

When the girl returned, Clorica’s eyes couldn’t help but follow the cake until the plate hit the table. Looking up, she smiled at the girl genuinely happy about her kindness and free cake. Mostly the free cake.

“Thank you.”

Clorica took a bite of the cake and she might not have hummed like Lillie, but she found it equally as delicious. The rich flavor paired with the light weight and moist texture made the perfect slice. With a recipe like this, she could eat the whole cake!

“Very good and you, too. Your pictures look nice.”

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An Interview || Clorica and Chase

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citricizingyourfood:

A packet? What was this, some kind of homework assignment? Well, at least this meant he didn’t actually have to talk to this girl. 

He was expecting her to leave and come back for the packet later, but instead, she stayed. Why? You did your job, now get out. She must have nothing better to do than bother people who are minding their own business. Quite annoying actually. 

He shifted his weight to one side and crossed his arms. What was he doing? Wasn’t it obvious? Some people…

“Well if you must know, I was organizing the books before you came in. I could go back to that and you can leave now. Your job is done here, right?”

“No.”

She knew nothing about this guy and couldn’t trust him to fill out the questions as they were intended. Clorica also wasn’t a fan of being reprimanded by the yearbook teacher again, though for it to be about something other than sleeping might be an improvement.

“I don’t know that you’ll finish it if I leave.”

She pointed to the packet telling him to get to it. One of her least favorite things other than someone waking her up was when a person says one thing and does another. On top of it being an inconvenience, it’s rude. 

“I don’t have all day.”

It wouldn’t be long before she starts to doze off again and that was a fact.

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Maid Café! || Clorica and Lanna

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Lanna had taken a quick break from her position as emcee. She could only handle so much of Jamie’s attitude, sure bugging him was fun and all, but he was kind of annoying. She sighed and decided to go by the Maid Café. Her best friend was working so she had to at least say hi!

She entered the café which was decorated so nice! Lanna stared in awe looking at all the decorations and how it was set up. She finally scanned the room looking for Clorica. As soon as her eyes landed on the girl, she waved and met up with her. 

“Hello!~” she chimed with a warm smile. 

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The amount of attention the Maid Café had brought to Clorica almost made her uncomfortable. Boys and girls would comment on her outfit using words like ‘cute’, ‘pretty’, and she had even heard ‘hot’ a few times, all of which she had no idea how to react to. A simple “thank you” was said to each with a small bow before she walked away. There was nothing different about her now then the other days other than her hair wasn’t in braids, so what was so special about today? Her outfit? How weird...

Clorica was brought out of her daze by a familiar voice, one that always brought a genuine smile to her face.

“Lanna! Are you on break?”

Finally, a person she can be completely comfortable around!

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Familiar Faces || Gray & Clorica

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⌜ ◌◌◌  – Some load is removed from Gray when she confirms remembering him at least. One less thing to feel awkward about. He tries to return the smile, but the most he can offer is half a smile that he quickly shakes off since it felt weird. ⌟

⌜ ◌◌◌  – “ Sweet spot… ” God, that name really needs to be reevaluated. But he has to admit they had good food. Maybe sneaking some back to his roommates would make for a good treat.⌟

⌜ ◌◌◌  – “ I like their cake pops. ” He adjusts his hat and stuffs his hands in his pockets, wondering if he can go there with her. “ I might go there myself. Buy something for later… mind if I tag along for a bit? ”  ⌟

Okay?

Clorica didn’t know why he would bother to tell her what he likes, but when he finished his thought it made sense.  But then again... why would he want to join her? Does this make them friends? She was never really good with these kinds of things.

“Oh, I guess not.”

The company might not be too bad, though the lack of conversation on her end might be. She thought about apologizing in advance, but that had the potential to only make it more awkward and that was the last thing she needed.

She began walking again trying not to looked too concerned if he was going to start walking with her. It wouldn’t be the first time someone ditched her, she wasn’t the most sociable person.

“I’m hoping they have pudding today. I didn’t make mine last night.”

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An Interview || Clorica and Chase

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citricizingyourfood:

Graaah, fuck. He figured that was coming. He released a loud enough sigh for her to hear. As if he hadn’t already made it evident he didn’t enjoy the company. 

“Let’s just get this over with so I can get back to doing something useful with my time,” he grumbled. 

Chase turned to her with his arms crossed and tapped the floor with his foot. This better be a few questions like she had said. He wasn’t in the mood to do some bullshit interview. Then again, was he ever?

Clorica handed him a packet full of questions that she didn’t feel like reading aloud. He could do that for himself.

“Answer these.”

She looked around the room to see nothing was being done by him. Was doing nothing the same thing as being useful to him? How sad. He must not have a lot of friends, though, Clorica can’t say much there. It’s not like she’s Miss Popular or anything close to that.

“What are you doing?”

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Morning Ritual || Vishnal & Clorica

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“Yes! He’s my favorite cousin!”

It wasn’t a difficult label to apply, given that he really didn’t know the rest of his family, but saying it made him smile anyway. Dylas was one of the most important people in his entire life, and he couldn’t imagine a future where they weren’t close - not unless Dylas did something foolish to get himself hurt, at least. But Vishnal tried not to think about those possibilities. As far as he was concerned, the future was brilliantly lit, and that was how it would stay.

“Really?” He tilted his head to the side. He couldn’t imagine knowing those sorts of children intimately, like friends - they always seemed to be in an echelon above him, as if their wealth and parentage meant they’d been born with a silver spoon in their mouths while Vishnal was destined to eat nothing but gravel. “I…I was educated at home, so…” He shrugged and smiled again.

“All done!” As he secured the last braid, he leaned down and instinctively kissed her on the top of her head, just like he would any of his sisters. “Can I do anything else for you, Clori?”

Clorica smiled and stood up, brushing out the folds in her clothing. She always enjoyed their morning routine together, she always felt that she learned something new. This time especially she had learned a lot more about Vishnal. It was nice.

“Thank you.”

What did she do now? A hug? A high five? She settled with a gentle pat on his head before collecting her things.

“No, this was all. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

[lannathepopstar]

Dress Up || Clorica and Lanna

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lannathepopstar:

Her eyes lit up at her response. Lanna wasn’t sure if mentioning her dad was too personal especially after only meeting this girl today. 

“Really? Oh good!” she exclaimed, “He’s always been worried since I came here. Maybe because I don’t have paparazzi and security breathing down my neck every second of the day. I guess I can’t blame him though.”

They entered the next room which was filled with a myriad of dresses. They ranged in several different colors, sizes, lengths, and styles. Lanna started looking at dresses when she noticed Clorica had been drawn to a certain coral dress with a train. The color was perfect for the summer dance and she was sure Clorica would look fantastic in it.

“Why don’t you try it on?” the blonde tilted her head. 

“Try it on?”

Clorica stared at the dress a little longer before looking up at Lanna. Was she serious? This dress was probably worth more than her whole wardrobe put together times a hundred. She let her fingers trace the material and follow the pattern of the lace. It was really beautiful and she thought that a simple fitting wouldn’t be too bad.

“Are you sure?”

She wouldn’t want to ruin it.

[queenvitch-blog]

you’re gonna be popular ★

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queenvitch:

“For science~★ And beauty!” Vivi answered matter-of-factly, hands already reaching for the ends of her beautiful purple hair. Her braids were so simple and cute on its own, but they could be even cuter!

“I’m the school’s Chemistry teacher, Ms. Viviane Ire. and you, my lovely purple-lette, caught my eye~” Taking both the girl’s hands, it took everything in Vivi not to gush too much as she said, “Let me style your gorgeous purple hair~ ♥ You won’t regret it!”

You won’t regret it.

Clorica hoped not as she nodded in response. She didn’t want to get on this teacher’s bad side if she happened to get her for future classes as she continued through her high school career. It would only cause more trouble for her that she didn’t have the energy to deal with. And honestly, she loved having her hair played with.

“Okay.”

“What did you have in mind?”

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