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Charlotte’s morning had been absolutely LOVELY. She’d greeted all the tenants and stuck Florence’s hair dye in the microwave. It’d created a HIDEOUS explosion of REVOLTING COLORS, but she was sure it got the message across that the only appropriate hair hue was WHITE!
By now, she had wasted enough time to successfully AVOID those useless CLASSES; it was just about lunchtime, the only subject that MATTERED! And so, she set out for school, the Daily Wisdom Machine informing her that YOU ARE A MURDERER.
She took the ladder down, seeing a new CORPSE on the bloody mattress and noting it with the same lack of EMOTION one would take causal notice of a particularly large rock on the sidewalk, then began the search for her STALKER. The one thing ANRI WARHOL was good for was her MONEY, and also how RIDICULOUSLY EASY it was to find her amidst the FACELESS NPC’S--
She STOPPED in her tracks. Who was this boy with a FACE, idly reading over the bulletin board? Charlotte’s curiosity was immediately PIQUED and she closed the distance between them. Was this character supposed to MOVE the plot of this HORRIBLE story along somehow? Why hadn’t Charles told her about him? Of course, Charles never even APPEARED on school grounds for some reason. Unfortunately, she didn’t CARE enough to find out why that was; currently, the ONLY matter she cared about was who this mysterious stranger was.
“Hello there!” She GREETED, her smile friendly, welcoming. “Are you new here?” She had a syringe of WHITE FLU in her pocket, so she was SAFE if his role was to try and HARM her. “I’m Charlotte. That one poster right there is for my club, White Society! It really is true that joining will make you superior to your neighbor and your dog, in case you were wondering!”
