@mindfcker
“charlie? what are you doing here? it’s late.”
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@mindfcker
“charlie? what are you doing here? it’s late.”
╰ ✗ ・ 。 ✟ . @mindfcker, cont.
IT’S HARD BEING the new girl. there are a thousand articles written on it, and daddy’s slipped about half the bible into casual conversations in an attempt to reassure. after years and years of home-schooling, though, kate still finds herself tense and worried, near fearful, about standing in front of a classroom. she’s only been going to the school for a week, after all. and kate’s not a shy girl, not exactly, but something about all those eyes on her at once makes her wish the ground would open up and swallow her whole. the boy’s words don’t do much to reassure her, but she appreciates the sentiment, eyes widening slightly at the curses that drop so easily. ( get it together, kate - it’s a public school. ) ‘ i hope so, ’ she murmurs, tries to keep her leg from bouncing from anxiety. ‘ so he’s a - he’s a really tough teacher, then ? ’
❛ B U L L S H I T . ❜ he was leaning over his desk , t o w a r d s her with agrin spread across features . ❛ what’d they send you in here for , then ? ❜
// @mindfcker [ continued meme ]
she wasn’t a bad girl, never has never been. but being the good girl came with b u l l i e s and lack of a c c e p t a n c e . so she HAD TO DO IT. to make them stop. she looks up at him and sighed, rolling her eyes from disappointment. “ i got dared to trash a teacher’s car..... ”
‘ i’d card you BUT since i no longer give a f u c k about my job . . . what can i get for you ? ’
@mindfcker
LIPS pressed in a firm line. oh yeah he could imagine how that could go. if bill ever swung back at say Victor, Belch, or Henry for god’s sake he’d be killed before he even landed the hit. no, fighting back was not an option.
“ i th-think i’ll b-b-be ded-dead if i t-try. “
x // @mindfcker
⌜WITH CHARLIE [ @mindfcker ] FROM HERE⌝
❝ NO, NO, THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT. ❞
HEAT ROSE IN her cheeks, ears reddening with a disgusting && overwhelming sense of SHAME. abra had emotionally reached out to him, just barely, && pulled away quickly due to the CHILLINESS she felt there. COLD a statement, not meant to insult, not said to hurt feelings.
sometimes abra did not think before she spoke. she could be so cruelly thoughtless, even if it was not done maliciously. the small teenager was EXCITABLE.
❝ you’re GOOD. ❞
@mindfcker ; starter call.
“What’s the matter, sad boy?” The female in David Bowie apparel perches herself at the diner counter beside the patron. She looks like she just came from a sweaty, boozy costume party. She blinks slowly, mocking puppy dog eyes. “This place’s pancakes are swell. I think they’d brighten your day up.” She holds up one finger, flagging down the waitress with the pale yellow eye shadow. “A stack of Mickey Mouse pancakes, please make it two orders!”