Lucy Shytime
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Thread Topic: Lucy Shytime
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(ANGEL WITH A SHOTGUN)
Just close your eyes, the sun is going down, you'll be alright, no one can hurt you now, come morning light, you and I'll be safe, and, sound.
Arabella realized what song was going through her mind and tears instantly threatened to stream down her face again. She looked up at the teacher. "Mrs. Leg, can I use the restroom?" she interrupted in a shaky voice. -
Angela looked at Arabella. She stopped tapping wondering what's wrong with her
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Mrs. Leg shot a look at Arabella, but silently nodded her head. Arabella quickly stood up and just about ran out of the room, taking her bag with her.
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Angela sighed and took out her notebook and she began to draw a lucky charm that all angels use.
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"Anyway," Mrs. Leg continued. "Stress is never a good thing, so, one by one, we're going around the room and we're going to say what stresses us out most. Here I'll start. Something that stresses me out is taxes and bills. Who wants to go next?"
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"What stresses me is that people say I'm a hybird or 'mix'" angela mumbled. She continued drawing her lucky charm.
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Chris spoke loudly and clearly, he had to in order to be heard over the eruption of chatter. "What bugs me is when people talk smack about Turners," Chris said. At the word "Turners," everyone fell silent. "And when something bugs me," Chris goes on. "I tend to get stressed."
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Angela the began drawing a demon not maying any attention to what's going on around her.
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The rest of the class went on and spoke what stressed them out most. Mrs. Leg kept notes on what the kids said and then turned to Chris. "So, you said that people talking badly about Turners made you stressed, are you a Turner?"
"What? No, I'm a Demon, but I have a friend who's a Turner," Chris answered. -
Angela thought she stilled didn't understand what the hell is a turner. She thought it was werewolves. Angela finally was happy that these 'turners' were feeling the same pain for the 'mixs'. Yet something was different the 'mixs' get killed every day, every minute, no every secobd.
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"And are they stressed?" Mrs. Leg asked.
"More depressed than stressed," Chris answers.
Mrs. Leg nodded and turned to face the whole class. "Something that can also cause stress is Bullying. SOmething that every school struggles with. Many people taunt Mixes, kids who are half one thing, and half another. Mixes are occasionally killed by the Shadow League. Most are safe here, though. Turners are people who... change. Most of you know what a Turner is, but Turners consist of Werewolves, and Vampires. Not all, for Turners are even more rare than Mixes are. Some Werewolves and Vampires were born human, but were bit or scratched and turned, which is why they're called Turners. As far as my knowledge, there are only two Turners in this school." -
"May i go to the bathroom?" angela said slamming her notebook shut. Her hair covered her eyes. She didn't feel safe at all. Mixs being is extremely rare. Every turn mixs must carry a gun or end up dead. Angela even had a gun in her pocket to feel safer. Hearing that turners are rare angla used to live in a town filled with turners! People just don't know how to find them.
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(*waits impatiently because of the disease of being bored*)
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Da hell? Could have sworn I hit the submit button before I left to do something... Jesus, sorry))
Mrs. Leg looked towards Angela and curtly nodded her head before continuing.
Arabella was still in the bathroom. She was staring at herself in the cracked mirror. Her eyes were a blazing red as she stared at the monster before her. Her hands shook and he knuckles were bleeding yet again. -
(It's alright i got a cupcake and a new quiz to finish anyway :3
Angela quickly stood up and left. She went to the bathroom and looked at Arabella. "What the hell?" Angela said as when she saw Arabella's bleeding knuckles.
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