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“Hey--” she finally answered, god she looked sad but she forced this smile on her face, like nothing was wrong. She sniffled a bit as she next spoke. “Sorry was.. was my music to loud again?”  That forced smile? It wasn’t hers, it wasn’t that light bubbly one she used to live in, god she never used to stop smiling, and ever since that day she hadn’t smiled properly.

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Aeditha flopped down on the edge of her bed still wearing her dress from the ball, her skirts nearly touching the floor they were so big. “That was exhausting” she muttered into her pillow “I have no idea why I agreed to host the ball..” Aeditha said with a sigh pushing a strand of her long blonde hair off her face. “Do you think I could sleep in my corset tonight? Because I don’t believe that I can get up.”  

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      It was late. Somewhere between eleven and midnight, but she was in a city that never seemed to sleep. It took a lot of courage, or perhaps idiocy, to leave her hotel room that night. Truth is, she wasn’t in town for work like she normally was. She was reverting back to the days of high school, how she always seemed to run to him when her mind went to darker places. It was a terrible week and she could use a drink… A drink at the bar he worked at across the country, of course.

     Now, she’s already told herself that having him in and out of her life probably wasn’t the best and healthiest idea. But something always brought her back to him. She walked into the bar and slid out of her coat as she made her way through the lingering crowd. Chey sat right in front as his back was turned to her. Playfully, she called out to him while slightly disguising her voice, “What’s a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?”

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“–Fuck, I’m late. I’m so late.” The day of the week hadn’t even occurred to him. It was Tuesday, and he should have left at least half an hour ago. Trying his best to get dressed as quickly as possible, he spared them a glance. “I’ll text you later, yeah?”

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Anna walked down the corridor, her arms laden with boxes. She was nervous about starting a job at a different school, but from she had seen so far it seemed like it was going to be a great place to work. She peered over the edge of boxes trying to steer clear of kids who weren’t paying attention. “Oh, uh excuse me.” Anna said as she spotted someone who looked like another teacher “Could you point me in the direction of the English classroom?” 

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SKELETONS IN THE CLOSET / MARCUS & MARIANA @abstractingtime

All it took was one sip for Marcus to know that everything was wrong.

It might have been a little bit of an exaggeration to glare at someone the way Marcus glared at the lady because of one wrong thing. It might have been a little bit of an exaggeration to begin yapping at someone because they’d put one wrong ingredient in a cup of coffee. It might have been, but as Marcus Ealy glared at the woman with a glare so strong that it made her want to sink into the ground, and yapped at her with words he couldn’t even hear himself, he couldn’t really care less. Marcus Ealy was as Marcus Ealy was, after all --- and this was not the first time that he was caught doing unkind things. Marcus Ealy was as Marcus Ealy was, and this was not the first time that he had caused an innocent person to squirm where they stood.

However, his bad day did not begin with the lady giving putting in a wrong ingredient in his coffee. It did not even begin with him stepping out of his apartment building to attract solicitors who would follow him as he walked the parking lot to find his car. Not even when he wore the wrong tie because he had forgotten to do his laundry the other day. Not even when he stepped into the shower only to find that his apartment building had decided to cut water off for the day.  These were all contributors to the bad day he was having, yes, but it did not begin with these. Instead, it began when he woke up late because his fucking alarm didn’t fucking ring. One would think that never would one have to deal with this shit again what with technology these days, and yet there Marcus had been, jolted awake early in the morning because of something that he could not have helped in the first place.

From there, things had just spiralled.

The lady that he was screaming at now just so happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. She happened to be serving the wrong person with the wrong order, something that she should have learned not to do. She also happened to be the breaking point, the tipping point; the one who made him snap. It wasn’t as if Marcus’ day was bad enough, after all; he just had to be served the wrong order. Despite the glaring and the yapping, however, Marcus hoped for one thing: that this would be the end of his bad day. He’d broken, he’d tipped, he’d snapped --- and he hoped that that was that.

Only, he was wrong. Things were just about to get worse, starting with the voice that came from behind him.