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Few things on Ally’s mind; Oh god, please don’t look at me. And Was that person okay?

Two things that can’t combine together, but she had concerns for some reason. Even if it means by quick glances and rumors. Something about a video..? Or was it pictures? Either way, she knew that somebody was getting harassed for it. And Ally HATED seeing people suffer like that.

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               Warren can barely remember the last time he was at a funeral when his grandfather died. It is still just as uncomfortable as he remembers -- and not just because of the awkwardness he feels in the suit. Fingertips rise up to fidget with his red tie as he spares a glance around. The solemness of the atmosphere is practically unbearable. Max is talking with Chloe’s mother so Warren doesn’t dare interrupt. Besides, he’s sure Max doesn’t want to be bothered at the moment. Brown eyes dart over and spot Kate. He decides to walk over to greet her. His hand reaches out to briefly touch her arm as he comes across her. “Hey, Kate,” he murmurs. His voice feels like its cracking. Damn, he hates funerals. He licks his lips and tries again. “Uh -- how are you doing?”

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 Ｈａｎｄｓ combing through the soft blonde strands, she sent the most frigid glare towards the girl as she spoke. God, her voice was so droning.. She’s so annoying. The girl’s crucifix always caught Vic’s eye, mostly because she’d never seen one out of the church she went to once when she was little. She avoided any religious symbol as much as humanly possible; simply because religion has no part in the life she wants. A small chuckle left her lips as she stared at her phone. Once she sends the video to EVERYONE then she’ll crawl in a hole and leave.

  ———【♔】❝Ｃａｎ you speak up? The people in the back can’t hear you                            at all.❞

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How do you talk to someone so different from you? Especially when you’re so certain they’re misguided? Brooke didn’t know how to approach Kate. Or at least...she thought she didn’t. Now, she wasn’t so sure if it was just her mind making excuses, rationalizing her refusal to associate with the shy girl, or if she legitimately had an excuse for it. Normalcy was difficult to comprehend after...the bathroom incident.

That’s what the administration called it. They were updating security to get around another bathroom incident, they’d imposed a strict curfew to avoid another bathroom incident. They beat around the bush because they couldn’t admit to themselves what had happened: a student had gotten a gun and brought it onto campus, and he had used it.

And now that blue-haired girl was dead. Chloe? Was that her name? Anyway, the point was, Brooke didn’t feel right not talking to people. So, she walked up to Kate.

“Hi, Kate,” she said. “I, uh, I hope you’re doing okay. Uh...” Brooke sighed. “I’ll be honest, I don’t really know what to talk about. You read Bradbury, right? Ever read the Martian Chronicles?” It was a stretch; Brooke was pretty sure Kate stuck to the author’s poetry. But maybe they’d get just a bit of common ground. Something to start a conversation.