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If its me I’m terribly sorry for bothering you. :(

Definitely not you sweetheart, I wouldn’t be following you if it was you c: Which reminded me, did I owe you a starter? Or was it someone else. I have literally the worst memory ever.

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jeffersonofblackwell cont. from X

Again, it was weird to not see this man in a suit, or ‘teacher attire’. but she didn’t bug out about it, not like a regular teenage girl would do. Scratch that. Regular Arcadia bay teenage girl. Well, for one he was conscious about his health- minus the chips.She nodded in agreement at his words. There was something weird going on around here. “Not to mention the snow flurries. I feel like more people should be reacting over this. And i would write about it, but weather? that’s something Blackwell students do not, care about.” “Leave? good one Mr.Jefferson. Along with all the weird things, you’d probably break the admittance rate of Blackwell and suddenly no one would ‘love’ Photography.”

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Insanity

Flashing lights illuminated the inside of the limousine as the driver pulled up to the driveway, aligning the back door to the red carpet on the ground. A path was made ready down through the cheering crowd into the newly opened art gallery. I’m here… I finally made it. Victoria could almost cry. But she wouldn’t. Not now, enough tears have been shed getting to this moment. It would be here name in there, and the recognition would go to and her alone. The name Max Caulfield no longer bore any weight to her, the stupid hipster from high school that always grabbed everyone’s attention. It no longer mattered what she was doing, because the Queen Bee of Arcadia Bay was here with her own works in an art gallery. Not even Mark Jefferson could see this coming.

The photographer’s sleek and pristine black shoes hit the carpet as she stepped out onto the carpet. The scene was surreal as she surveyed the crowd, they were all looking at her. Scores of men and women against the red rope trying to get her autograph, begging for her attention. As she approached the entrance she noticed something odd. Where are my parents?

A flash of light distracted her gaze and stars shined bright in her eyes as she blinked to remove them. Everything was dark as she got her bearings, the scene had changed. A broken window. A television knocked off its stand. She could smell alcohol filling the room. She could taste it. It made her want to vomit.

Where the fuck? Victoria stumbled, turning too fast. Apparently she’s a little drunk. Light. She stumbles and trips over something, nearly falling. But she grips the wall in time, stepping over the object. Splash. It felt like she stepped on something liquid. She could hear the crunching of glass under her feet. Great, I must’ve dropped a bottle or something.

The light flicks on and her face grows pale. There’s dried blood on her hands, her shirt, her shoes. My shoes? The same ones she wore on the red carpet. “Where the fuck am I!?” The scene didn’t hit her, she couldn’t recognize it. A tuft of blonde hair was sticking out from the other side of the couch. Victoria reflexively touched her head. Not mine… She slowly walked over to the pile of hair. The figure comes into view, it wasn’t a pile of hair, it was a blonde women. She was on the ground, her abdomen was crimson. Mom?

Red and blue lights pull up to the driveway, she’s blinded again. Rubbing the second round of stars away from her eyes she’s in another place, The walls are white. The light too bright. She tries to get up but she can’t her hands are strapped to her sides. “What the fuck?” Panic is swelling up inside her, her hair is mess and it’s in her face but she can’t move it away. “Is someone out there?” Victoria looks towards the door on the other side of the room. It’s made of metal, a viewing glass at the top. “Hello!?” She struggles to get up and makes her way to the door, pressing her face against the glass and looking out. Across she can see the same exact door, and half a dozen other lining up and down the hall.

Nurses walked to each door with a cart, handing out medicine through the compartments underneath the window. The nurse stops by her neighbor, out of sight. “Come now, get your meds.” She hears an ungodly scream, but not from the nurse. Someone is shrieking hysterically. Victoria can hear very physical struggling as some burly male nurses rush in. The yelling stops.

Where am I…?

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“Mr. Jefferson... would I be able to ask you a question?”

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“Sorry, you just caught me off-guard.”

“Everlost” sentence starters --Accepting

"Trust me when I say, I had no intention of surprising you." Evan commented, offering out fresh iced coffee from Starbucks."--Besides, I do recall owing you iced coffee." The muffin in his other hand was his, though.

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【21:56】 hey mark【22:08】 why dont u come over and i’ll show you the rest of my portfolio【22:10】 im so wasted rn. i dont care what happejns.

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