--there was something to be said for acquiring a host of problems supernatural in nature. Traumatic experiences notwithstanding. It opened the redhead's eyes to the more. Strange. Goings-on of Beacon Hills. "Quiet town my brilliant backside--" if it was muttered, mutinously, into the hollow of her locker, before she slammed the metal door shut, that was between her and her chemistry textbook. It was a short walk to fifth period chemistry, and she settled at her table beside her lab partner with an arrogant flick of carefully coiffed curls, before lambent green gaze settled on Minsun. "Hunh." She leaned forward, "You look how I felt three weeks ago when I woke up in the hospital." Tact was for people who hadn't survived a werewolf bite without turning.
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