the winds , the winds of change and terror sweep through high schools as if terror was always meant to rot in their halls. fear of change of course , but as the pretty blonde manifestation took in the radiance , fear of not fitting in - of not being pretty enough - of not being loved because of how one looked , that fear was what fed her soul. it was not strange. it was not worrysome , teenagers had always been her bread and butter. from the minute that they had created her. magnified her , insecurity & self image , she had existed from the dawn of time but now. at the turn of the twenty first century , thanks to the inventions of dumb young men , she was now the god. though it was fun to see how those around her played with the idea of their own self power all the while giving it all to her.
there was one boy in particular , a blonde boy with ragged clothes , that seemed to be an interesting outlier. while she could sense the self sabotage a mile away , the strange mask against social media was --- interesting. it was unique to see someone with such a broken image have absolutely no merit in the public realm. it was interesting for sure , but not one she was completely sure of. still , she wonders - if she could get him to worship her , would she then have everyone here ? such a particular questions indeed...
« caed ? » his name came to her as quickly as his insecurities crept like ivy up around his blocked off heart , « hey doll , you comin to english ? » her voice sounds like sweet southern magnolias in the warm georgian heat. a perfect bell , summoning fear home.
@prettybrawler ! sochie didn't ask for this but she got one anyway











