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time to learn shit Opal Duneven/♀/21 #opallearns m!a: --

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Opal turned two at the beginning of july and i missed it (:

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guess who’s back? back again?  opal’s back. tell a friend.

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it was opals first birthday at the beginning of the month and i missed it

but happy belated birthday to my trash queen 

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coolest ace on the block

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The blood on his hand really didn’t help his grip, allowing her to be able to pull her hand back. He immediately started to step backwards, his hand going back to his shoulder. He wasn’t prepared when her fist connected to her jaw, sending the teen stumbling backwards and landing on his ass. 

“Jesus fucking christ, are you fucking insane?” he snapped from the ground, going to scramble back up to his feet. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” As if this was entirely her fault, even though he’d been the one that had ran straight into her. 

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“What the fuck?” She whispered as she looked down at him. Seeing his shoulder covered in blood she felt herself pale. She swallowed trying to process what she was seeing. “You’re bleeding.” As if it wasn’t already obvious. She looked back at his face. She had just punched an injured kid. She felt that anger in her for a moment before her concern for the hurt boy washed over it.

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The mixed teen managed to keep himself from falling, stumbling back as the girl fell. He kept his hand on his shoulder, making no attempt to try to catch her. He was too busy trying to stem the blood flow - not that running or his heart hammering in his chest was really helping that.

He grimaced as his shirt was grabbed and twisted, shifting forward to give it more slack. He let go of his shoulder and instead grabbed her wrist with both hands, squeezing hard. “Let the fuck go of me,” he snarled, baring his teeth. He twisted her arm, trying to get her to let go of him. He wasn’t in any state to fight right now - he needed to get somewhere and see just how bad this was. Try to sew himself up. 

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His grip on her made her heart beat faster, blood boil inside her. She let go of his shirt and pulled her arms out of his grip. “Then apologize.” She snarled right back at him. She pulled her arm back, fist clenched. Her mind scattered, she hadn’t been this angry in so long. She pushed her arm through, connecting with his jaw. Pain shot into her hand as she did it her eyes coming to focus on shining red. She took a step  back and looked at her wrist that had a bloody hand print on it. 

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Hawk had beat feet away from his house, not sticking around to see if his mother was going to try to keep his step father from firing another round - sure the guy was a piss poor shot but anyone can hit something with very little range when you’ve loaded buckshot. 

He put a hand to his shoulder as he bolted down the road, rounding a corner and ramming straight into someone at full speed. He yelped, stumbling back and nearly losing his balance. “Watch where you’re going!” he snapped at the girl. 

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Opal had been out for a jog. She had gotten into her run and had decided to do a different route for a change. One of her favourite past times was running through different neighbourhoods to look at the houses. Even though this wasn’t a well off place it was still fascinating to her. Too distracted by her music and the houses she hadn’t even noticed the boy run straight into her. She let out a yelp when she was hit. Too surprised to catch herself she fell back on her butt. “WATCH WHERE I’M GOING?!” She roared at him. She jumped back up, heart racing. Her arms shot out to grab hold of him. “What the hell?” She caught hold of his shirt. “What kind of rush are you in to not even notice that YOU ran in to ME?” She stared at his face, chest rising and dropping quickly as she tried to catch her breath.

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roll tide, nascar, copenhagen

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hallelujah, hallelujah

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look at all these nerds

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tfw ur dads bf hotter than u

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"Sounds like a plan then." Isa let go of the hand once Opal was up and adjusted her bag. "English, you?" she asked. The redhead motioned down the stairs before she started down them herself.

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"Math..." Which was one of her weaker subjects. Opal cringed a little, feeling the guilt already building up inside. Opal was quick to follow suit, following the other girl down the stairs. "I'm sorry." Opal kept a steady gaze on her feet as she walked. A lot of effort going back in to not crying again. 

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Isabella smiled and nodded, adjusting her bag before she stood up. She offered Opal a hand, going to help her up. “Anywhere specific you wanna go? If not, if you like ice cream I can treat. We just might wanna duck out the side of the building instead of the front though.”

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Opal nodded at the girl. "Ice cream sounds good to me." She reached out her hand taking hold of the others. After she got up Opal dropped her hand quickly. "So, uh, what class you missing?" Opal kicked at the ground. She felt bad that the other was choosing to miss a class.

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let me tell you drinking on new years was a bad idea