#twistxoff

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Pushing open the door, Carmilla braced herself for another distressing few months. Every year it was the same: find the target, befriend the target, deliver the target. The vampire tossed her bag across the majority of the room, watching it land with a loud thud, catching the attention of her new roommate.

"Blah, blah, blah, welcome to Silas, blah, blah, blah, let's skip the welcoming committee cutie, I'm Carmilla, don't ask questions and you might just make it through the year."

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she has a notebook with a beaten-down spine.  the cover curves to the shape of her hand; the corners bend back dogged and soft.  historic old paper stick between the spirals from her trashed lists. a smear of blue ink mars her thumb and the tip of her pen bears marks to match her teeth.

plastic taps, clacks, drums out an uneven beat and she scribbles in her cramped, stunted scrawl onto the page. Suddenly      students rushes inside the classroom, Jennifer straighten up in her grey colored chair, flashing a genuine smile to her new class for the semester. Once she gets their attention; or vaguely gets it. The young brunette raises from her chair, and takes hold of one of the chalk by the board. "       alright class, bit of attention please !  you can all chat and mingle during lunch, thank you. Soooo, my name is Jennifer Fitzsimmons    hello to you all. I'll be your new teacher for the year." lips curls into a smirk, she nods at one of the front row nerd trying to get her attention."Yes, you can call me Jen, Jenny, Miss Jen, whatever, & no i'm not your 'dude'. Bottom line, let's all keep it professional, okay? Good. So, anyone has a question?"

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[ text : princess ] good morning, i understand it's 4 am but i doubt this is going to wake you up. i just wanted to say have an incredible day. i have meeting late tonight so we won't be able to talk unless you stay up late. which i do not suggest because it's tuesday. the key is where it usually is if you want to stop by, you can just take it with you when you leave.[ text : princess ] <3[ text : princess ] that never happened.

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twistxoff

❝ That’s totally the whole point -     You’re supposed to concentrate on me. ❞

                        A giggle erupted from the girl as she still stood behind                         Beth, kissing her neck and moving to her side to plant                         them on her face. She loved moments likes these.                          Because although Beth kinda seemed a bit frustrated,                         Claire totally knew she actually wasn’t. 

a heavy-lidded grin tugs and she tries to get her stuff ready. Her words comes bumbling, clunky from her tongue with all of the vowels too long and shaky      mixed with a low groan. "      Claire, damnit! i'm supposed to get ready for work."

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❝ So… apparently this is what happens     when people at that fucking school     decide it’ll be hilarious to push you     down a flight of stairs…❞

                        She’s attempting to stand, but has to grab the crutches                         sitting to her left. As she clutches to the cool metal                         under her fingers, she sighs and scrunched her face                         in annoyance as she positions them. Standing, the                         blanket previously covering up her legs having fallen off,                         it was now clearly visible. The cast on her right leg, the                         dark shade of solid purple and bits of white on the top and                         bottom of the plaster. She sighed, looking at Rachel sadly, and                         her voice somewhere between upset and monotone, 

❝ At least they let me pick a colour    instead of going with white… ❞

        " yes --

                          she had immediately stiffened at the mention                           of school. ever since she met claire, school had                           been quite the recurring topic. she closed her eyes                            and counted -- okay, she was calm.

                                                               how fortunate."

                         perhaps with enough coercing rachel could convince                          claire to leave. she could move her to a much nicer                           atmosphere -- but how fitting could it be for claire's                          lifestyle? she'd never agree to it.