SUNFLOWER

NISHMA EMANI FOSTER. Eighteen. senior. house keough. the sharpest tool in the shed & the smarter twin. #overit“The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.”

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"Old habits die hard I see," she assessed, hoping her, short but sweet womanly advice said something. Beside her “I Don’t Care” demeanor, and gloomy disposition, she was the exact opposite of that, and if something oozed girl power, she’d squeeze all the essence out and apply to what had needed.

“Two?” She gasped and questioned all in one, curious to how she’d survive two older brothers when Nish herself couldn’t survive one, well she could survive, but it was insufferable no less as relationships with siblings (as helpful as it may be) didn’t come with a handbook. “But, most importantly, you can relate, and they weren’t shipped here with you, were they?” She quizzed yet again, not aware of if their were others in her “dilemma” maybe it’d be nice to relate to someone on that topic, but she’d doubt someone would take something so childish to heart like she did.

“Why not? Why can’t Melleray be as Lamewick or Suckton?” She teased, knowing they probably lacked peoples who excelled in all those areas she’d just listed, or maybe she wasn’t a fit leader? “Interesting, well I’ve maintained a 4.0 average that can definitely surpassed that if my teachers liked extra credit, where’s Keough’s points, or more importantly, my academic achievement certificate?” And boy, she was dead serious turning the topic about her as she did so, it sort of sparked the competitive side in her as she heard how the point system operated.

“Are you sure its not too late?” Obviously not Nish, she just said it. If opening up only the slightest to Louisa could be the same for members said clubs that she listed off, then it’d be a walk in the park to speak, it was really time to let go of that resentment, and she knew it’d only increase the chances of getting into the college of her choice if she did. “I wouldn’t put blood oaths or sacrificial rituals on the back burner of this place,” she chuckled in response. “I’ll think about it, really...” she assured the girl.

“So, now that I’ve officially retired from ignoring everyone I cross path’s with and actually made a friend,” a bold statement, declaring friendship already? “What’s going on here? I just, I feel, more resentment here than I already do, like are the Jesus freaks secretly a cult that steal the blood virgins to raise demons from hell? I have to know.”

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"Who else is going to?" She quizzed, knowing damn well they both knew the answer. He'd obviously had found other people that care about him; not like Nish didn't, but potentially people he didn't want to fight with 24/7, and that’s what sat in the back of her mind the most.

“Watching porn and sneaking out doesn’t count jackass,” she retorted, her power stance engaged once again, her arms crossed, and a spiteful glare plastered on her brown face. Things were about to get ugly, she could feel it in the pit of her stomach, Jay himself was going off, and reading his twin left, right, up, and down, what he said next however, left her with a brief moment of silence, rare.

“What else am I supposed to think about Jay? There’s nothing here for me at all, and you know that,” playing the victim seemed to be her specialty these days, and she always had an excuse for how she felt, for what she had to, and for someone so intelligent, boy was she oblivious, not towards her feelings, but how she backed them up. “You can, you can call me any fucking hour of the day don’t you know that?” She scoffed once again in disbelief. Alright so, of course she’s belittled him since they were children due to his lack of; everything it seemed, and was quick to dismiss him, or any of his thoughts. She, sadly enough, thought less of them, and he knew it, but it blowing up in her face came as such a shock. “That’s not true,” was all she could give, she began to rock side to side, and her manicured finger began to tap on the bare skin of her arm, the throat grew dry, but her eyes, her eyes never altered. “So you act like a fucking idiot for your entire life because of me?” It didn’t make sense, because although he made it perfectly clear why, she couldn’t, and wouldn’t believe she was in the wrong.”You know what, no, fuck you, you insufferable fucking idiot!” She screamed, at this point, she’d had it. He wasn’t going to sit here, and say that to her, it wasn’t going to slide. “What the fuck do we get handed to us Jay? I bust my ass off just to excel in this dump that makes me feel like an idiot, you spent more time in Brooklyn than you did in your own house, you acted like a complete ass in school until mom and dad couldn’t take it, so they sent your ass here, and you know what, I wouldn’t give a damn about somebody who doesn’t want to help themselves, so maybe you’re right. They don’t give a damn about a passionate-less, reckless,” stop while you’re ahead, he’s your brother its not worth it. “ Loser.” 

By then, she’d grew closer to him, her pointer finger lodged into his chest with every word that she could give emphasis to. It was at the point where this way beyond bickering, or a simple quarrel, sibling rivalry, or whatever it may be. This was a war of words.

“So the fuck what a bunch of Jesus freaks don’t like me, I don’t care, you’re not about to place shit on me like that, when I don’t deserve to be here at fucking all, you did ruin it, Jay, you definitely did, sure you probably didn’t plan to get us shipped off to boarding school, but its definitely your fault, like everything else is. Because face the music, all  your antics aside, you’re no worse than me, you only think about yourself, and just because you made two little girlfriends down here, you think your life is drastically changing for the better? Well, I’ll tell you what, its bullshit.”

“And if you’re so ashamed of me when I didn’t do anything at all but want better for you and to lo-” She stopped in her tracks, contemplating her next move, or proposal that she’d leave in the air for him. Don’t say what you don’t mean, you’ll definitely regret it later. “Then just leave me alone, don’t talk to me, ignore me, just, forget you even ever had a twin, nothing you’re not used too.”

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She could've given him a full on beat down the way her emotions were running rapidly, obviously taking a page out of their mother's book, she did say check on him, make sure his head was still screwed on tight, all things a mother would want their twin siblings to do, a smack was part of that, right? Tough love and all that, it seemed to lack on the love side of things however. "That's just one out of at least a good thousand, just so you know," her tone as serious as she was during the day of an exam, maybe even two exams in a day, she had half a mind to throw whatever was closets to her at his face.

"Don't push it," she warned, she wouldn't actually do anything except probably smack the lights out of him once again, she actually considered it the way he put some distance between them in the not so spacious room.

She waited stubbornly for his reply, her arms still crossed and her body still remained in place, daring something to even suggest, or even attempt to move her.

“You still didn’t tell me how you fractured your hand, and please don’t try and give some ridiculous excuse, we know each other well enough to know it won’t work,” she reassured, still pressing the situation until she got an answer. What could such an unmotivated person be “swamped” with, one hand fracture and the entire world is just collapsing from under you? Whack, that’s what it was, and as per usual, Nish couldn’t stand it, he actually had the balls to say such a thing to her.

“You’re fucking tired?” A cackle in disbelief echoed throughout the room , he couldn’t be serious. “Really? You’re fucking tired when you don’t do anything, at all,” once again, left astonished with his words, how could he even claim he was anything without an apology to her or anything. Sure, she might’ve been a stubborn, anti-social freak that was mad at the world, but it was her fault she couldn’t suck up her pride and move along.

“You can’t deal with my shit? When I’ve been picking up after you for eighteen fucking years, you honestly cannot be serious right now moron, I had to put my entire senior year down the drain because of you,’ she expressed, airing her grievances, not aware if he knew this or not, but it was such an emotional topic for her for reasons she couldn’t explain, she stopped to collect herself before her voice grew weak or worse; she shed a tear.

“And what the fuck do you mean a tutor? Are you serious?!” she exclaimed, love, but mostly hate relationship aside, was he not aware his sister was, academically at least, one of Broadripple’s finest in the short amount of time they’ve been there, it was kind of an insult. “A tutor when you act like you can’t call me and ask for help like I won’t help you, or even do your easy work for you?” She was hurt, of course. They didn’t talk to each other, mostly because Nishma’s simply an asshole, and was usually stuck in her room or the library 24/7. Maybe it was because Jay actually came to enjoy his time here and met people, the shocking turn of events.

She exhaled and returned to the edge of his bed, trying once again to compile herself. turning turning slightly so she wouldn’t be able to see her face, and at least present the facade that she was trying not to snap on him again, instead of actually crying, and for what?  “Nothing’s your fault, nothing’s your fault, nothing’s your fault,” returning to her head once again to council herself, usually what helped her most, but this time however, nothing stopped that feeling that puts your throat to a halt, making it dry, your body tense, and nothing could help it from being on the verge of tears.

“Can you please just tell me what happened to your hand?”

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I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him, that familiar voice popping up in Nishma's head yet again, the voice being her own. Jay had done it again, she obviously knew it was coming, but she thought she’d be at least able to ignore him until graduation, or maybe even beyond that the way she was feeling.

She’d just got off the phone with her mother, her angry mother, and what a way to start your morning, filled with explaining yourself, “yes mama, no mama, I didn’t know mama,” for at least an hour straight. She’s never had to pay for his mistakes, and he made a lot of them. It led her almost storming toward the boys’ dormitories with force granted her hair was in a scarf and she stomped in sandals, a bee line for that fucking idiot’s room.

It was at the point where she really didn’t care if she caused a disturbance this early, as usual, Nishma was in a mood, and someone was going to have to pay for it. She slammed the door behind her, hopping to have woken somebody up. Only moments later, she realized her brother wasn’t even in his room, nonetheless, she was going to wait for him, he couldn’t really go that far, not if he wanted too.

She laid on the bed for what felt like forever staring at the ceiling, God, his room smelt... funny, and the stench of death that already plagued the school didn’t contribute to the cause at all, although you could’ve fooled anybody. Her body jolted up however just in time as she heard shuffling, she jolted up quickly as her brother came through the door, her eyes fixated on his as soon as they made eye contact, staring into his soul if you will. She didn’t have any words, yet. She rose from the edge of the bed, stared at him for a good second or three before giving Jay an amour piercing slap across his thick skull and part of his ugly rat-looking face.

“Look bitch I don’t give one, two, or three fucks about what you want right now,” she reassured, she wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon. “You’re going to tell your boyfriends that your circle jerk session is canceled this morning, okay Princess?” Her arms now crossed, ask she quizzed in a soft tone, almost mocking him as if he were an overgrown baby, which, he was. “I’ll let you go back to being the family’s greatest shame, failure, and disappointment in peace once you give me the car keys, which you will not be seeing for a few weeks, and after you tell me what happened to your hand,” her last sentence offered just the slightest tone of concern. “Mom called me you know, I get yelled at which never happened until you got us here of all places,” she had to make sure she mentioned that of course. “So what’d you do this time crusty dick sock master? I swear you do everything but get in front of that moving train”

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"Well, at least let me know if you redeem yourself before graduation, you might as well have 'L' stamped on your forehead in red ink," she said over Louisa’s laugh before catching up to her with one of her own.

Honestly, all Nishma could offer was a shrug. “My mother insists we came out of  the same vagina, I think he tried to hold me back so he could get out first or something, regardless of the fact she’s denied my request for a DNA test so many times,” the twins had drastically different personalities indeed, but were similar in so many ways with how they interacted with people, maybe that’s why they clashed so much, alike, but at the same time oh so different. “Cool,” was all the response she could give, taking it with a grain of salt, she put off being involved so much, that someone actually explaining the good that could come from it was nothing to help her understand.

 “Well, you don’t seem as if your whole will fall from under you if you don’t win that cup, as opposed to miss Gwen or Damian.” An easy observation of course, maybe Louisa could be up to something? Maybe not, Maybe Nish could do her part in these final months she had left, it wouldn’t be the end of the world, she had to move on sometime of course. Her anger was the main thing holding her back, but she refused to admit it. “How does that point system work again, I never got the rundown on that.”

She paused for a bit at the question, she knew exactly who she was and what she wanted, but she never could quite describe herself quite well, but could write you a perfect research paper on any topic within a day. “It’s not the worst thing,” she admitted. “I like to read, chemistry’s pretty cool...” she rambled, thoughtlessly, something she never did. “I played the bass guitar and volleyball before I came to Broadripple, not like those have any place here,” the latter part of the comment being rather quiet and bunched up, her head looking slightly up at the sky before her precious eyes rolled to the back of her head, before being fixated back on Louisa.

“Student council, speech, debate, and women of Broadripple really could’ve used me though.”

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"Yeah, I definitely don't think that’s what the ‘second coming’ is all about,” she replies. Someone with a sense of humor in this place seemed almost impossible to find, or at least someone who wouldn’t claim they’d pray for her upon hearing the pun. “Close,”she pointed out as he was right on the money, well he was right but not specific enough. “Park Avenue, can I take a wild guess as well? You’re from New York?” She quizzed, knowing she was right of course. “Something about you screams... Queens, Staten Island, or Brooklyn.” Brooklyn was an entirely different world compared to where her and her brother had lived, and the few times he managed to drag her to New York’s biggest populated borough, he had definitely looked like someone her brother left home often to hang out with.

"Well," her voice taken a pitch higher, “technically, no, no you can’t...” She stated, she hadn’t actually read her whole entire student handbook, but she was positive smoking has prohibited, regardless of if she could see a nun or two sneak off for a smoke. “I hope you don’t pull out a cigarette...”

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“Hi, sorry…” She wasn’t really, but Eden knew that was the polite thing to say when you were about to interrupt someone’s afternoon with your presence. Currently, she hugged her laptop to her chest with a bunch of books occupying her bag for research. She had a paper due in a week but really, it felt like hours to her and she was starting to get stressed. “Do you mind if I space-share?” She gestured to the table the person was occupying, surrounded by the blossoming wilderness of the Clary gardens. It was pretty here. Or it would be once it warmed up a bit more. “I swear if I sit one more hour in the study hall, I’m going to throw up. I wouldn’t usually ask but I’m desperate. It’s easily ten times worse in there today than it was yesterday.”

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Sulking in the assortment of papers for all those damn classes, most of which she finished back home was like a slap in the face to her, a brand new curriculum, she’d gotten more work than she intended to back home, and to think, she’d only have to take one or two classes in New York, and suddenly she comes here and has a packed scheduled, with a required afternoon activity? A tragedy in itself, and yet another thing to hate her brother, and this school for, she was a fool for going quietly. Her thoughts momentarily, looking up at the girl. “Not at all,” she replied calmly, well, she did mind, she wanted to suffer in peace, but she’d have to loosen up some day. “Here, just let me like, make some room for you, I am a mess,” she sighed, making space for her as promised putting papers in such in the proper folder as she moved her own laptop closer to her, gesturing when it was okay to take a seat. “I don’t blame you, whatsoever, the smell of a boys lockeroom on top of what seems like the stench of death? I’d want to get as far away from it as I can, I’m surprised no one’s sick yet,” for such a rich and prestigious school, it sure had its lows as opposed to the highs, staff couldn’t nip it in the butt quick enough? “What’re you working on though? You look like you’ve had it.”

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He had a point really, insults aside was she any better than than him? Had the sun risen over a dark valley who's never known light? No. Kill that thought immediately, Nishma was right, and no one was going to prove her otherwise.

“Just because a girl speaks her mind, or airs her grievances doesn’t make her mean.”

A quick retaliation over the quiet and tense two minutes, her is she, and as true as the quote may be, it didn’t apply to Nishma one bit. Her blood still boiling for what seemed like an eternity that  had been her short couple of months at Broadripple, she was upset, no doubt about it, and in the most vague way of going about things, she was going to let the world know.

“I’m a poison on society because I want you to leave an area that of which you’re not allowed in, of which I feel extremely uncomfortable in,” a lie really, she could’ve looked at him awkwardly earlier, and gone about her day, but, that threat in the beginning triggered Nishma, and there was no fight she wouldn’t back down from. “You’re the poison, do you seriously believe the words coming out of your mouth? What’s next, declaring the sink your new urinal because you’re such a brooding rebel to society?” Turning on the heel of her sandals toward the mirror as she began to wash off the light face mask until every speck was off and she didn’t resemble a witch anymore. “Funny of you to assume any group or club in this place deserves my time and effort,” her features being more visible now that her smooth light brown skin was present.

“Nasty scar,” wandering, but not curious eyes spotting it from the fogged mirror. “Did someone hand you one of the many ass-kicking sessions you had coming to you?” She quizzed.

His next remark however, caught her off guard, it was a good one, no doubt. Any insult to her brother that she didn’t make up already caused her to cackle a bit, but showing any emotion other than pure irritation was not an option for her.

“Very,” she said plainly, containing the laughter with minimal effort, she was dying on the inside though. “Sounds like a bitch, something you two have in common, and  you haven’t left her high and dry yet because?”

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"Right, sigh I hope I get to put one in their place soon," she mused. Not like she hasn't dealt with the type before, New York seemed to have bred a different breed of rich teenage assholes. She had it like them, probably not more though, but all of it seeping into your mind must've missed her, and her brother at that. No one could guess that they come from the nicer part of Manhattan.

"Exactly," she pointed out rather enthusiastically. "Because there won't be a next time, lesson learned wouldn't you say?" Even though it was most likely bound to happen again Nishma thought, nonetheless encouraging fellow women was basiclaly her second job, a noble trait indeed. "But you're wrong, 'cause your head is gonna be held up. No matter how cool it is or the comedic effect it brings." 

"God, that is literally him!" She exclaimed, giddily at that. If there's one thing that'd bring her joy in this depressing setting, it'd be talking about her brother behind his back, then repeating all of what she said, of course, because what was he going to do about it?

“Pleasure,” a nod following as she acknowledged her slightly. “Yep, don’t know how or why though, all I know is I got a yellow and white shirt on the first day, something something house cup, something something points, definitely feeling the comrade,” she expressed, duly too, if someone told her it was some sort of competition sooner (or rather she’d listen) she may have shown a bit of “house pride” earlier on. “Right, good to know,” a simple response, as she could honestly care less. “Oh, so you’re the ringleader? Forgive me, I haven’t been paying attention to the... student life as of late, or at all to be honest, so is it just a title or what?” Was this the version of a high school hierarchy? “Don’t worry, something tells me you’re definitely not,” she reassured. “The swimmer boy who gets in the pool practically naked and the psycho who leads Seton needs to see a behavioral therapist,” but then again, didn’t most teenagers? These kids have made it their life’s making to get into a certain house and win a cup, outrageous. What a power trip it’d be if Keough won and Nishma, who’s brand new to the school slid into the valedictorian for the class of ‘19.

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The Foster Twins [ 2 / ∞ ]

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Feeling his hand along the patched up fence, Sawyer couldn’t help but feel solemn. Sure he wasn’t sneaking off through the old hole like he had been his first two years at BA, but it held memories. That, and he needed to sneak into the woods and away from the rangers’ sight if he wanted to have a smoke. Unfortunately, that seemed impossible now.

“Is this really all because of that rabbit or did the school just want an excuse to fix this thing so people stop wandering into Lorehill to have sex?” Sawyer joked to whoever was near when he heard feet behind him. He wasn’t even sure who it was as he kept trying to peak through the chainlink, but it didn’t even matter. Sawyer would have a conversation with a rock. “Are you also here to mourn the loss of the fence opening?”

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"Ew," her tone reeking of boredom and simplicity. "People go to an abandoned church, to have sex?" Just disgusting, an old run down, probably haunted at this rate church? But then again, since coming to Broadripple, there's been surprise after surprise, much to her dismay.

“Poor chastity club, I guess those posters and spreading the good word isn’t enough to stop some people,” and boy were those posters urging teens not to have sex everywhere, they really needed to step their game up. “Sort of, I was also looking for my exit when I plan my big elaborate escape from this place, and to tell my Uber where to back when it comes to take me back to Manhattan, and I can’t climb a fence. So, may the opening rest in peace.” She expressed, at this point who knows, the idea didn’t even seem far fetched anymore, she’d leave her brother behind to deal with this place on his own in a heartbeat. “Why are you here?”

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He wasn't serious, was he? Apparently he was, and Nishma couldn't believe it. Perhaps she wasn't all that weirded out by being in the same bathroom with a half-naked guy, she's seen more than enough sharing a bathroom with her brother for eighteen years, this was nothing to her, it didn't hurt that she was somewhat familiar with him either. Her once beautiful brown eyes now shot a cold glare, fixated on Jamie as it, how she'd describe him, got as far away from her as he could in the space. Sure, the mint green face mask resembled that of The Wicked Witch of the West, but why was he acting like she'd devour him whole right then and there? The least he’d get is a nice, razor sharp smack if he took it there with her.

"Uh, there is, and the girls bathroom, where girls are naked, is that place. Now, you can roam freely at the white trash convention, but not here.”

Once again, her rapid fire remarks came out swinging left and right, but Jamie was different, obviously. He had minimal response to it and seemed to have the ability to shoot them right back, did Nishma meet her match? Maybe, but from what the limited interaction she’s had with her brother when Jamie was briefly brought up, that thought dropped immediately.

“To you, maybe, fine. But I don’t say the wrong things, but please, Lord of the Losers, enlighten me maybe.” Was he really still trying to salvage a conversation and not just get out? As a surprise to no one at all, Nishma did indeed have time this morning, even if this little run-in lasted until her body had completely dried from the shower.

“And what about it? I happen to like said social norms,” she stated simply, tired but somewhat well rested eyes rotating to the back of her head then to their rightful place for the umpteenth time this morning. “Anyway, it literally has no correlation to you whatsoever thinking you can just waltz in here and use our bathroom.” It was wrong, to put it simply, and Nishma would say, and do whatever it was to get her point across, which said point, wasn’t going to cross anything anytime soon.

“I have a girlfriend,” a terrible rendition of his voice and slight accent oozed from her lips, as she simultaneously mocked his expressions. “I don’t care, and I didn’t ask, once it has no correlation to you being in here, for someone so smart, you’re a dumbass,” a simple statement, she couldn’t believe the situation she was in, trying to justify his actions, poorly too, he should’ve just made up a fake like, she’d detect it anyways, but maybe he wouldn’t have to deal with an attitude.

 “Let me guess, long blonde hair, sweet sunny face, makes you feel like something other than shit? Sweet, whatever, I don’t think she’d appreciate you in here staring at me in a towel, so, for the last time, get out.”

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A slight, soft chuckle escaped Nishma's lips, at the followup comment. A rarity these days, these days referring to her time dreading every single moment at the academy, to put it simply, she still wasn't over it, this was the ultimate grudge she’d hold against her family. “The privileges money, parents and a pretty face get you, right?” Her astonishing brown eyes rolling to the back of her head, then back into place at a moments notice. Boys were a whole new ballgame for Nishma even back home, discussing how they made her feel, or just the very topic caused her to put up her defenses that would rival any military base compared to it. “You did not,” a question, really that sounded that more of a command than anything. “The situation couldn’t have possibly been that awkward, take it like a champ next time and put your big girl face on, then go wallow in your embarrassment when you’re past him,” words to live by, obviously. As intelligent as she may be, Nishma too could pull a hamstring from jumping to conclusions faster than the average Joe, but if you think she’d ever admit to such a thing, you’ve got another thing coming.

The topic of her brother, like most (again) these days were sensitive, not for bad reasons or anything, but she was still avoiding him, and they’ve had limited interaction for what seemed like the day her parents broke the news they'd be shipping their twins off to Broadripple. Nonetheless, she still was concerned for her other half, another thing she wouldn’t admit.

“Exactly,” a lingering smile on the edge of her lips as she thought about their antics.

“Oh, honey, I can tell you don’t know him very well, if at all, word of advice, for the sake of your education, I can whole heatedly tell you to not ask him anything regarding school, I have better chances of telling you what page you’re on and I don’t even take that class,” true words spoken, in light, Jay was an idiot.

“I didn’t catch your name by the way, my brother’s made a name for himself, and there’s not really a lot of other brown people here that resemble him, I’m Nishma,” wild, someone who she encountered that she didn’t insult right off the bat, and actually introduced herself too.

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“Oh my God, I was walking back from the arts building and I thought one of the BBC boys was giving me the nod so I just- I don’t know what came over me and just did this weird like- I threw deuces and stuck my tongue out but this guy wasn’t looking at me at all and Mr. Cobb thought I was doing it at him,” she truly wasn’t convinced that this was a rectifiable situation and that unenrolling might be her only option. Not from PE, she knew that was impossible but perhaps from the school entirely so that she could spend the remainder of her life cringing in isolation ir at least away from the school campus. “Please tell me you have a story about how you did something fucking weird at a teacher or like a parent or something and completely recovered from it, unscathed and non-traumatized” she practically begged for some light at the end of this awkward tunnel.

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"Excuse me? BB-who?" Nishma questioned, if what Nishma knew was any correlation to what the blonde had said then she was seriously taken aback by the straightforwardness, but, she of course knew better, she just had to catch herself first. “You mean the future frat boys of America association who go here?” That was a good one, it came off her tongue so smoothly, just wait until she tells Jay about it. “But, yikes, sounds embarrassing, what was your excuse? You didn’t tell him you were making funny faces at a boy across campus did you?” She questioned, quite the amusing story, little things just goes to show that even though it was a stuffy old boarding school, there was still some life to it among the student body, and staff. “Not that I can think of, no. You should probably ask my brother, he knows all the ins and outs of pure embarrassment, doesn’t bother him at all, take a page out of his book.” Metaphorically speaking, obviously. She wasn’t sure if her twin even owned a book.

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If there was a memo about not eating one’s weight in food before exercise, Jamie missed it. Purging three meals worth of food like a fat girl before prom night was possibly the worst experience of his life and he’d been thrown into a man-made swamp on more than one occasion. To say that Jamie had more dignified moments while sleeping under parked trucks and eating out of garbage cans all summer would’ve been an understatement as he pulled chunks of macerated deli meat and sesame seeds from his teeth in the shower but the cold water felt good enough on his sore, aching muscles that for a whole ten minutes, he didn’t think about the risk of bathing before curfew.

Jamie scanned the bathroom for people before climbing out of the shower cubical, toothbrush jutting from his mouth and towel wrapped around his torso like a corset. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken such a rewarding shower, the constant thrum of sickness that came from pounding pavement for an hour making him feel thankful for just about anything else. Like sleep, for example. Or death, preferably. Spitting out a wad of foam, Jamie rinsed his face at the sink before raising a corner of his towel to dab his face just as he caught glimpse of another face in the mirror. Jolting upright and into the porcelain, Jamie flattened against the furthest wall looking like a drenched cat.

“That’s a good way to get shanked,” he snarled, looking as tough as he possibly could while white-knuckling his decency to his collar with both hands. “Can you fuck off for like five minutes?”

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Upon exiting the empty shower stall just moments after who came out before her left her in shock, was it, a boy? In the girls showers? It was early in the morning and surely the young woman could've been seeing things, but nope, there he was, she was a loss for words in her towel draped in her slim body, and another wrapped around her head as she rubbed the remains of the mint face mask on the plush white towel, it looked almost as if she had a spa day, in the school showers with poor water pressure and limited hot water.

Nevertheless, her demeanor altered itself in almost an instant, he couldn't possibly be talking to her, not Nishma Foster, no way. This school, the state, the people, were an awful change of scenery for her and its almost as if it was a different world, so an encounter like the one she had currently didn’t render her shocked. “And who’s going to shank me if I do it again? Certainly not you, the dark emo hillbilly of death,” she retorted, maybe a low blow, but anything to kick ‘em while they’re down in Nishma’s eyes. “I’m confused as to why you’ve got the audacity to be an ass this early in the morning, let alone in someplace you don’t belong.”

“You’re a smart guy, I know you can read, and clearly that sign outside reads that this is the girls bathroom, now I know you might have girl troubles or whatnot, but being an absolute perv is not the way to go out,” each sentence rapid fire like the next, its like she had a jukebox of insults in her head, and each person she encountered immediately got the first jab that comes to her mind.  

She proceeded to the sink and mirror next his, setting a plastic box which contained her toiletries aside as she let her hair down out the towel in the process. “So, can you like, fuck out forever and take yourself to the right restroom? Contrary to popular belief, I don’t think you have a vagina.”