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Crash Course

@econarcissims

“Oh my goodness! I-I’m so sorry, I really have no excuse, I just literally wasn’t looking where I was going... Are you okay?”

Molly had just ran smack into another girl who had also been carrying an armload of books, and now they were both on their asses in the middle of the hallway. Molly’s cheeks burned embarrassed red as she scrambled to pick up the books-- the other girl’s books, not her own. She was more worried about her unfortunate victim that she was about herself or her own stinging tailbone.

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The Princess and the  Troublemaker

@damntragedy

Molly wasn’t quite sure what to make of what was right in front of her. School had let out no more than ten minutes ago, her locker had been stuck, and now on her way out of the building... He was a male with a can of very green spray paint, eyeing a very blank wall. He looked familiar-- she was pretty sure he was in her grade-- but she didn’t know him personally. Either way, he didn’t look like he had any good intentions on his mind. After a moment of hesitation, she stepped up and cleared her throat. 

“Um, hey. Whatcha doin’ there?”

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Songbirds

@aviaiire

“Excuse me. You’re Oswald Cobblepot right? And you play piano for the choir a lot?”

Molly was kind of desperate at this point, otherwise she would never be this straightforward. But in this rather bleak and gray high school where nothing very bright ever seemed to appear, she needed to do something. She wanted a chance to sing, and to do that... She needed someone to help her make the music. After pushing on the choir director for a while, she’d finally gotten a name. Now, she just to hope that this male was friendly and didn’t have plans for at least half an hour after school. That was all she needed, and then she’d be sated. For a week, at least.

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Stuck

@isley-phd

“Miss-- I mean, Doctor Isley?” Molly quickly corrected herself as she raised her hand. She was staying after school hours for help with chemistry. It wasn’t her best subject, and she had failed the last test. Dr. Isley had agreed to let Molly stay after and study, while Dr. Isley herself tended to her plants and prepared for her gardening club... which appeared to, at the moment, have no members. Even so, it appeared that the older woman was more focused on her plants than she was on Molly.

“Sorry, I just... I really don’t...” She groaned, running her hands into her hair. “This is pointless! I don’t get this at all.”