:It's all {usless}:Kiah

[d11a tsiuri dermott ☕ minie]

C A M I L L E B L A C K M O R E School is boring, in fact it isn't just boring but also useless, like who cares if we can add numbers togerther or if we know what happened in the past, the past is the past anyway. Mom and dad force me to school, they tell us just because we are a family of meat eating canibals doesn't mean we don't have to go to school during the day. I hate the day, I can't be myself and I am always pertemding to be a nice girl who wouldn't hurt a fly, but to those who know the Blackmore secrets, well I can be my good old self, the vicious killer. I sit in the back of the classroom. It is quite boring to be honest, the walls are arn't decorated with anything, and it all seems the smae as if it was all one and one boring thing. The noise level in the classroom is very low, no one dares to talk, not with this teacher, we know that if one peep comes out of our mouths we will be in so much trouble that we will go down in history books (which no one reads anyway). Most of the kids in my class are bent over their papers and doing the work that the teacher gave us. Those are the kids that have the best grades, the ones like me that arn't the best are leaned back in our chair. The smater bunch look as if we were thinking of something. The rest are staring out into the middle of no where. I look down at my sheet of paper, too notice that I was moving the pencil around the whole time, the results look like a few lines that were scribbled down. I couldn't even pass this as work if the teacher would look on my paper. Our teacher always is walking through the rows in the classroom to find out, who does their work and who doesn't give a shit, I always manage to scribble down a few things that looks like what were are supposed to do, but this doesn't seem like much, it looks like a baby tried to make some art work, a disgrace. My parents know that I don't care about school, but still they send me here anyway this place is nothing but hell. AS the teacher walks closer to my desk, I quickly jot a few numbers down, where the answers should go to, math is never my thing and so she wouldn't be suprised if I got the worng answers, like always. I try to scan the problems to see if I could guess a number that is somewhat close to the answer, but I have no luck, numbers just arn't my thing and probably will never be. I like words, words that can hurt a person so much that they kill themselves. Words that can drive one insane, sometimes I truly do believe that the pen is stronger than the sword but I have to remember about my knife that took so many life's. The teachers blue eyes scan my paper and her mouth gives me a dissaproving frown, the one she is always giving me, when she checks my work. It screams that she thinks that I am a hopeless case. Someday I wish that when I am hunting in the alleys she would come on bbye so that I can make her die slowly and painfuly, my blade slowly cuttiing her throat. I could almost feel the warmth of her blood covering my fingers as her life slowly fades away into nothingness, where it belongs. She never ment anything to anyone and never will mean anything to anyone she is a no one and I will make sure she dies a no one, someday I will achieve that. In reality all I can do is mumble "I'll try harder" As I hoped she grunts and leaves me back to do my work, which I won't do, because as I said, math isn't usefull no one can use it for anything, besides who wants to know how to add numbers together. Luckily I didn't have to go through the tourcher much more, because the bell rang and I was free from this torture. The class filed out of the classroom and as I was going to go out, my teacher sent me an evil look as if she was the one who was going to do the killing. I rolled my eyes towards here and walked out of the door. template by chelsey

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Why was I here? I groan to myself, my head dropping so that it hit the warm solid wood that was my desk. I didn't want to be here- I didn't need to be here. My arms come up and circle my head, surrounding it and acting as a barrier, stopping the sound of the teachers monotones voice from slipping any deeper into my skull. It felt as though a main was being driven into my skull, her dead voice hammering backwards and forwards in an endless sting of useless words. Ugh why couldn't the old hag just shut up! I couldn't take this any longer. Sighing with frustration I pulled my face from my desk, my eyes flashing with annoyance as they come in contact with Miss. Fare’s round face. I watch as words drip from her thin lips, my face stewing up in disgust.

My fingers played idly with the edge of my text book, screwing the corners of the pages up and then flattening them out cause I hated the sight of screwed up paper, it just wasn't neat and it cause the book to close awkwardly. “Is something wrong Mr. Birch?” Th sound of my name, draws me out of my fit of disgust. It sounded wrong, my name falling from the very lips which I hated. “hmm?” she demands, her thin hands clapping the textbook shut with a sharp slap. I watch as her double chin wobbles slightly as she shakes her head in annoyance. “Uh yeah. I need o go to the crapper,” my voice is loud and clear as I climb to my feet and begin to pack my bag. As I slide my book away into the safety of my bag I hear laughter around the room. They were laughing at me- but I didn't care, I wanted nothing more than to get out of here. right now.

“Mr. Birch, I believe that going to the ‘crapper’ does not involve you taking all your belongings with you,” her voice is like annoying mosquito that buzzes around your head at might, always there, buzzing with its annoying navel tone. I could just imagine it, Miss Fare’s face all fat and red and her small body with little wings struggling to lift her off the ground. Even the thought of it made me want to slap the thing dead with my fly squatter. “Yeah, but I have a feeling this one might take me a long time.” I say before slinging my bag over my shoulder and walking out of the room.

I knew this would lad me in trouble, with a call to the principle and then a call home. But right ow I couldn't care less. I wanted out, out of that teachers site out of that classroom and time to myself.

I wander down the empty corridor, my hand, almost as though it has a mind of its own, sliding into the pocket of my coat. It only takes a moment to find what it is looking for, the coin. the coin which was my life line, my anchor in this world. My fingers fish the coin out and I lay it flat in my palm. The cool metal was cold against my skin: cold and familiar. I smile down at the small object all my worries about my teacher gone in a flurry. I close my fingers tightly around the small object and hold my clenched hand to my mouth. My eyes flutter shut and I just stand there is silence, not a word, not a sound, oohing. Pure silence. Yes, no words, no text book no annoying mosquitoes.

I don’t know how long i stand there, perfectly still, but I do know that it was too long because after a moment I hear the bell ring and a swarm of people begin to spill from the classes and surge around me, pushing and pulling me along as they risk for the exit eager to leave this living hell. Quickly I plunge my hand into my coat and relieve the coin from my grasp. I couldn't lose it, not now, not ever.

Desperately I try to escape from the wave of people, pushing and colliding into the warm bodies of those who surrounded me. Finally I am free from he wave, the only thing surrounded me was fresh air and I sucked it in, my hands on my knees ad I try to catch my breath- but then I see her. The beady eyes of my teacher. “shit,” I mumble before running in the opposite direction. my foot collides into a wall as I ten to early, my toes catching the corner. my whole body begin to continue forward with gravity and before I know it I am crashing to the ground. I push my hands out in front of me with the intention to make the landing softer but they just make i worse, colliding with something- someone- else.

I cry out but that does nothing as my body continues on forwards slamming with hard into the person in front of me. We hit the ground and I feel as though I have called onto a mat… my whole body cushioned by the person who was now squashed beneath me.

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Leviathan Swallow-Birch

time tuning coin.

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[d11a tsiuri dermott ☕ minie]

C A M I L L E B L A C K M O R E I hate the people pushing in the hallways, always struggling to get to the next class, as if they will be sentenced to death if they don't come on time. Those people really need to stop that, sometimes I get more bruises from them than from training or hunting. The wave of people caring books, and running, some are shouting to other people, making plans for lunch or after school. No one shouts my name, I don't have any friends, I'm just another blackmore girl that no one really pays attention to. As I was about to move from my locker to my next class, with the hope to be fashionably late as always. The teachers slowly start to think that I have a bad sense of time or something. I only manage to walk a few steps before, someone knocks me too the ground. When we have landed I see a boy around my age, with red hair and blue eyes on top of me. This boy obviously doesn't know who I am, and doesn't get of. With both my hands I push him of from me and all I want to do is start screaming, at him. Know that I got a better look at him, I still didn't know who he was, he seemed like one of the boys, that I would smile to in the hallway and inside my just make fun of, because he wasn't the macho type of guy that all girls instantly fell in love with. (all I can do is roll my eyes at them). He was more the type with a somewhat childish face, the one that belongs to a person that can't let go of his toys. His red hair, somehow didn't go to his eyes, his eyes were like an explosion telling someone that he was here and his ginger hair, I couldn't fit it to any category, just didn't fit. "Let me ask you something" I started getting a little angry and you can here the hysteria in my voice, I was bubble about to burst "Are you dumb or something, you just don't go around pushing people to the ground, especially not before class, why did you even do that?!" my hands started to clench into balls, and I was seriously thinking what would happen if I gave this idiot a black eye. "I mean don't you have better things to do!?" template by chelsey

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I hit the person with a force that sends the both of us sprawling onto the ground. Luckily, for me, I was on top because my landing was cushioned by the persons body. Despite myself I almost smile to myself- but I don't, I hold it back. I take a moment to look who I had it. It was a girl with long flowing blonde hair. She was around my age and to me she had this air of mystery around her which made me feel as though I was begging darned to her. I must have overstayed my stay as she pushes me hard, and off of her. I grin at her before climbing to my feet I was sorry not sorry for running into such an interesting person, someone that I was sure I had seen about before… Wait, no I knew her, my family knew the family she belonged to ute well, a rival between the two names. She was a Blackmore. My grin almost drops from my pale face. A Blackmore, what the hell was I going to do with one of them?

“Let me ask you something,” Hr voice seems to bubble with anger as she turns her demanding gaze onto me, I fight the urge to smirk at her small angry eyes. "Are you dumb or something, you just don't go around pushing people to the ground, especially not before class, why did you even do that?!” I roll my eyes at her then, one hand running though my ginger hair. She was accusing me of purposely running her into the ground, what an idiot- I guess I should expect nothing better from a filthy Blackmore. They pranced around like they owned the place, always taking orders from that stern faced Aragorn. It made me sick. "I mean don't you have better things to do!?”

Thats when I laugh, a small bark of amusement. “You bet sweetheart. I mean I do take joy into ramming into small little pretty things, but yeah I do have a greater agenda.” I climb the rest of my way to my feet an creep closer to the corer that I had tripped over. I peek around the corner- the coast was clad. “Now look Miss Blackmore”- I almost spit the word Blackmore out- “I am sorry that I rammed into you, I know it is inconsiderate blah blah blah, and I am sorry that your perfect little routine was interred blah blah blah.” I apologise, an apology fit for a queen.

I begin to pick up my belonging from the ground, my books had failed from the safely of my bag when I had collided with the girl. Placing the books in perfectly, I make sure not to crease a corner, I make sure that they all align perfectly. Everything had to be perfect. Satisfied by the neat packing of my belongings I flip the bag close and secure it with the zip. I hook it onto my back before taking another peak around the corner. And there she is, her double chin bouncing as she races down the hallway her small legs taking her as fast as they could. “shit.”

I pull away from the corner and panic begins to form at the pit of my stomach, I couldn't let her find me. I look at the girl, my brain turning fast, before I grab her hand and run down the hallway which would lead me away from the teacher that was after me. Dragging the girl along I round another corner and my eyes fish our an empty classroom which a sprint into. I pull the door closed behind us before ducking down out of the windows view. “What the hell get down? Do you want to get in trouble for skipping class?” I growl as a siren rings through the classroom, a shrill sound that makes me want to shove cotton balls deep into my ear. “well? Get down!”

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Leviathan Swallow-Birch

Master of the coin, the coin of my survival.

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[d11a tsiuri dermott ☕ minie]

C A M I L L E B L A C K M O R E I glared at the boy, the way he said my last name made me want to slit his throat right there and right now. How could he even dare to speak out my name like that. My fingers slowly clenched into a fist, this stupid brat was going to pay for being disrespectful, and then he still had this sarcastic answer, whatever happend to the boys that would just apolagize and walk away to live the girls with there own buisness, this guy obviously didn't know how things are suppused to work, because he just doesn't shut his mouth up. I rolled my eyes at his words, and held up my hand, folding it and unfolding it. This jester I use quite often at home to my annoying siblings. It means that I don't give a fuck about what there saying. "Listne, you might fool some other idiote with your bla bla bla talk, but not me and not any blackmore. Why the fuck do you stupid little Birches think your all so great. You had four chances in the games I reapet four and you guy still died if it keeps going this way you guys will be dead in a second. And do you know what I hope you are next" I glared at him once more and this time I didn't stop, I wished that maybe if I would stare at him long enough his head would melt, that would be a nice sight. After his little irrespectful talk he might aswell melt, into nothing but worthless birch goo. I probably would have stayed there the whole day, but he took my hand and went running pulling me along, at first I was caught by suprise and I almost tripped, but then my feet were able to cath up with the whole point of this. He turned and amd ducked down and elft me standing in the classroom. I was about to start yelling at him, but then he told me to duck otherwise we willl be caught ditching. The idea that we were ditching just came to my mind. This was the first time I ever ditched, even tough I wasn't the best student I always attended class. Hastly I ducked down and whisperd "If I get in trouble it will be all your fault Birch, I never skipped class and I can't believe I'm ruining my perfect attendance for someone like you!" template by chelsey

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Ugh, why did I have to run into this girl out of all people. She was a Blackmore and it was a known fact that the Blackmore’s and Birches didn't really mash well together. Sighing I pull my gaze away from the girl. I didn't care that much if the teacher caught her- but if the teacher did catch her, wouldn't they catch me? and that was the last thing that I wanted- the whole point of this running thing was so that I wasn't caught- god knows mum would make my life living hell if she were to find out about this. “Get down,” I hiss one more time, my hand waving urgently for the girl to crouch down out of view of any pass buyers. Finally she ducks down, but of course this did not come without a vicious hiss in the dark, "If I get in trouble it will be all your fault Birch, I never skipped class and I can't believe I'm ruining my perfect attendance for someone like you!"

Despite the situation her words bring a smile to my face. Ahh, of course she had to pass the blame onto someone else with empty threats. am almost tempted to pat her on the head with a sarcastic response, but I hold back, just allowing my smile to linger for a moment more. But what she said did get my mind ticking- a perfect attendance? She was a Blackmore, wasn't she? I thought Blackmore’s prided themselves in being a small rebel pack that couldn't care less about school and cared about other things which were just unspeakable. I title my head to the side. This girl was just full of surpasses because despite her almost gentle appearance she was a sharp one who actually cared about school.

I look at her again, at her long blonde hair and sharp greyish green eyes. It was an odd combination. Just lil =e mine. Fiery red hair and bright blue eyes. But in its own way it was unique and surprisingly beautiful. I turn away from her quickly- what was I thinking? She was a Blackmore there was no way someone like her could be beautiful. There were not many people who knew the Blackmore secret but the birches were just one of the few. Some of them resulted to cannibalism and blood drinking. Other torture and teeth pulling. And they did all that just of fun- she could be one of them. One of the ones that eat the flesh of human begins- What if she was thinking about eating my flesh? A shiver runs through my spine and I take the time to take a small peak out of the window just above my head.

just out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of movement and the of course I see the witch. I curse silently before looking around desperately for a place to hide. She was going to find us here, I knew she was. Taking another peak I watch as she looks into the windows of all the classrooms as she makes her way slowly but steadily to the one that we hide in.

My eyes scan the room and then I find it. It is only a small cupboard, but it should definitely be able to fit two people in. I look at the girl beside me, an almost wicked smile on my lips. “Sorry to disappoint you, but you get the pleasure of being locked up in a cupboard with me for a few minutes,” I throw a wink at the end of my sentence before, once again, grabbing her hand and running over to the small cupboard. I open the door and look her right in the eyes before smiling a little and nodding my head towards the open door. “Get in.”

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Leviathan Swallow-Birch

Master of the coin, the coin of my survival.

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[d11a tsiuri dermott ☕ minie]

C A M I L L E B L A C K M O R E
I'm on the right track baby I was born this way

Stupid red headed birch! Out of all the people in this whole damm school, I had to run into him. A guy that tackles me to the ground and then pulls me in an empty classroom just so he doesn't get in trouble. What about me, did he even dare to stop for a moment and think about me and what I want, because I defenitly didn't want this to happen. I wanted to keep my appearence at school as the good little girl. Everybody thought that is who I am. I attend class, I do my homework and I pay attention sort of. My words even seem to make him laugh, what is so funny about wanting to have a good image, espeacialy if at night you are a phyco killer that has spilled a whole lot of blood. I can't have anyone even think for a moment that I would do anything bad. Though that would never happen, my attitude would never let me get away with being nice to pretty much everbody. Being nice to my siblings was effort enough.

"Wipe that fucked up grin or your face" i snapped at him. he really looked like an idiote, one that had nothing better to do than run over people in the hallway. I made my eyes smaller, and wonderd if I would stare at him long enough if his head would slowly start to melt and he would become pulp. I seem to have this thought about people extremly ofeten. Maybe because I am very often annoyed by others, they just get in the way all the time and bother me. He was looking at me then he turned away and I rolled my eyes. A birch couldn't even stare at me, he was really mature and all. This was probably the answer to my question, how dumb can people get? And the answer was obvius very dumb.

"So what now, you can't look at me. What am I going to do? Kill you?" That was a bad comment the Birches new our secret, they know what we do and who we really are. I probably just scared the crap out of him, but oh well it might be fun to see how scared he gets. He didn't seem like a bright person to me, and maybe with a bit of luck he would actualy think that I would take his life. That he would die right here and right now, by the hands of the Blackmore gilr that he runned over in the hallway. That sounds like the worst death anyone could wish for. He would die alone in a empty classroom. Now that image makes me smile, seeing him alone and dead.

Footsteps were to be heard outside of the classroom, someone was coming, and we were so going to get busted, but why should I care? I am a Blackmore afterall, the rebel group of district 2. Though I was diffrent and I had a sort of better image, sure I was harsh and I have a sharp tongue, but I didn't go around pulling off stupid stunts, I saved those for the night. He told me to get into a cupboard. I looked at the small amount of space, that I would have to spend with him. I wasn't all too thrilled about that. "You are going to be so sorry for this" I mumbled and stepped into the small space.

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I have always been a confident guy, well I like to think I am anyways. But being confident doesn't really make you assertive so when she actually got into the cupboard I was pleasantly surprised. But of course she didn't go quietly, a small threat served on the side, "You are going to be so sorry for this.” Usually I might have scowled or rolled my eyes, but now I just smile, finding it hard to be disheartened by the sour girl. “Oh shut up and just get in,” I mumble as I watch her climb into the small space. She was a rather small girl, her height reaching to halfway up my face, her bright blonde hair tied back so that it streamed in one long tail to halfway down her back. As I said before she wasn't ugly either, so being trapped in a small place with such a pretty girl wasn't going to be too horrible… But then again, she was a Blackmore, and Blackmore’s themselves seem to have some foul smell about them.

Hastily I push my ladder thoughts into the back of my mind. I didn't need to think about that, not know. I swipe my fiery red hair from y eyes and I climb in after her, my body pressed up against hers in so many different places. Her head was tucked in against my chest and as I closed the door I could feel her shallow breathes against my shirt. Suddenly I was really hot. My face begins to flush a deep shade of red and I feel like someone has placed a really hot towel over the back of my neck. It was not often that I found myself in such close proximity of the opposite gender- usually only when sparring… But this was a totally different scenario.

Taking a deep breath I try to ignore the way the whole front of her body was pressed up to me and tried to concentrate on the sounds that I could hear outside but that was hard when the only thing I could hear was my racing heart. Damn, I need to think of something to say, I think desperately my mind tying to fid something that would sound appropriate. I know that outside I had seemed so confident, but that was when I had my own personal bubble, right now that bubble, my precious security blanket, was non existent and so was my confident, almost cocky attitude.

“Uhh… Uhh… So its pretty cosy in here, right?” I question, almost awkwardly, moving my arm around so that I could attempt to icy an itch on my left shoulder blade. I failed miserably. “I know that usually when I am locked up with chicks it is a much more enjoyable environment… but right now it almost seems hostile,” I add some confidence returning to my voice. Once again I try to satisfy my itch and once again I fail miserably. I screw my face up, my mind trying to ignore the undying itch, but the more I thought about it the itchier it got. “Damn damn damn damn,” I whisper to myself.

Then an idea hits me. Camille- I think it was- could itch it for me. The idea seem preposterous, but I swallow my pride and allow the words to slip from my mouth. “Hey, you see, we have a problem. I have this itch- like its really bad- could you just reach around to my back, my left shoulder blade, and give it a quick scratch?” The questions comes out uneven, but I try to pretend that it didnt, “please?” I never say please. I screw my face up at the word, at the person who it was directed too. But I knew that if I didn't try and sweet talk my way through this situation, that it was only going to get worse. Just be nice Levi, you can do this. You got this.

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Leviathan Swallow-Birch

Master of the coin, the coin of my survival.

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[d11a tsiuri dermott ☕ minie]

C A M I L L E B L A C K M O R E I hated the small space I was forced into, the air was terrible, and my body was having a lot of contact with his, some of the contact I rather have not had. I was more than a head shorter than him and my face was staring at his chest, so he couldn’t see my eyes glaring at him. I wanted nothing more than to scream and yell at him, for making me do all these ridicules stuff. I needed to be in class right now, and not in a cupboard with a birch! If anyone were ever to find out about this, I will be the biggest laughing stock in school, and I couldn’t afford to have this happen. I tried to control my breathing, but the air was so thick, and it was really has I hard to. I know that he could her my breathing, just as I could hear his, and feel his chest moving. My back was pressed against the wall, and it was sort of hurting, I wasn’t fat, but I also wasn’t an anorexic. The space just wasn’t enough for the both of us, and if I had it my way, I wouldn’t be here at all. I would be sitting in class, and made me want to scream. I was having a nervous breakdown, I thought to myself. After this they might put me into an insane asylum, because I can’t talk straight anymore. This is the end of my life. “Cozy!?” I screamed in a whisper state. “This isn’t cozy, the air is killing me, and you are squeezing me against the wall! And if anyone dares to find out about this, I am dead, and then I am coming for you” I snarled at him. Then of course being in here me with me is hostile, I maybe not be the best person to look yourself up in a cupboard with, but I am just not treating him nicely. t isn’t as if I was pressing a knife against his throat or something. I was just being angry, and if you ask me I have every single right to do so. After around 30 seconds of nothing, he asks me to itch his shoulder for him. At first I sort of look disgusted at him. I wasn’t here to do him any favors, and I didn’t want to touch him, any more than needed. Then he said please, he said it as if very letter hurt him. It wasn’t the best way to torture him, but it was a good start. I looked at him with big eyes, and false sympathy “Now let me think for a minute, you haven’t been so nice to me today, and I don’t know if you deserve my help at all, but because I am a very merciful women, I will do what you ask me of” I said itching his left shoulder “Now can I get out of here?” template by chelsey

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When I think of the name Blackmore I see that guy, the one who thinks he is King and everyone else is just peasants who get in his way. So she I asked this girl who was pressed up close to me to itch an itchy spot on my shoulder I half expected her to rip my intestines out of my stomach with her bare hands. SO when she actually did itch the spot my defines softens slightly ad I almost smile because she may be trying to look scary but she really wasn’t. But of course the kind gesturer does not come without cold words.

Their was a thing to describe this, a physic thing or something (maybe if I had of been paying attention in class I would be able to think of it easier- oh wait) Equivalent exchange. The definition of dictionary: People cannot gain anything without sacrificing something. You must present something of equal value in order to gain something. So in other words its like doing something and getting something out of it. So when Camille did me a kind favour she got to throw an insult in my face, thus she gained soothing from doing something kind. But you see when i do something kind I do it out of the kinds of my heart and I don't expect anything from it, thus those actions may be seen as charitable.

“Now let me think for a minute, you haven’t been so nice to me today, and I don’t know if you deserve my help at all, but because I am a very merciful women, I will do what you ask me of.” Her fingers brush over my shoulder before her nails dig in- maybe a bit harder than necessary?- before the next words drip from her nasty lips. “Now can I get out of here?”

I stay silently for a moment before reaching out behind her and pushing open the door. Instantly I am hit by a wave of fresh air and I move into it, almost tripping over the Blackmore, my odd pushing her out of the way. “Opps, sorry.” That wasn't very graceful and something about the ugliness of it made my heart squeeze. Not perfect. Had to be perfect. I had to let it go this time though, making my heart loud harder in my chest because it wanted me to reverse my actions and exit the cupboard with elegance. Not today, I couldn't fall prey to my need for perfection, not rift now, not in front of one of them.

Trying to push the undying need to the back of my mind i crouch down and walk over to the window once again, my eyes peering out into the hallway. There was no one to be seen. With a sigh of relief I turn around and allowing my back to slide down the wall until I was on the ground, my arms resting lazily on my knees, my hands clasped loosely. “Last period is nearly over now, no point going back to class. Best to wait it out in here until the days over. The teach saw m, but i don't know about you. So I think your safe.” I look at my hands, my fingers fiddling like they were holding the coin which was tucked away into the safety of my pocket. “So whats your family like?” I pat the ground next to me, gesturing for her to take a seat. “gonna be her a while.”

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Leviathan Swallow-Birch

Master of the coin, the coin of my survival.

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[d11a tsiuri dermott ☕ minie]

C A M I L L E B L A C K M O R E The door opens, and I feel as if I can breathe again, the air in that closet was bad enough if you were there alone, but the fact that I was in there with another person made it worse. I swear I could have felt myself dying in there, slowly but painfully. And I don’t want to die just yet. My lungs try to hold on the fresh air long enough, till some certain person comes and pushes me yet again. I just do not get how this one Birch was such a tornado. It seemed that everything that he ever did today, seemed to hurt me. First he knocks me to the ground, and then pulls me into the closet. Last but not least he pushes me and can’t even deliver a good excuse to why he even did it. The day seemed to keep getting better and better, not really. I hated today. I hated him, I hated the classroom we are in, I hate the closet, and I hate this school. He is making me blow up the whole thing of trying to be perfect. I need to seem perfect, that is why I never skip class or training, so that no one thinks I am a killer. Then all of a sudden this guy shows up telling me what to do and when to do it. He even asked me for a favor. When he messes up all I get is oops. As he sits down on the floor, I stomp my foot mad at him. I want nothing to do with this mess, and he just keeps on blabbing on. “Tell me about your family” he told me after telling me to sit down. Why would he care, no one really cares at all to ask me that stuff. My face soften up a little bit and turns more shocked. “No one ever asked me that question before” I say quietly, and decided to sit down. I seem to lose the grudge I was holding against him. He probably has nothing better to do that is why he is asking. I try to get that planted in my head that is the only possible reason for something like this to come out of his mouth. “Though if you really want to know…” I began “It could take a while, I have a pretty big family.” I warned him with a faint smile growing on my lips. I wanted to yell at myself to stop talking to him, that I don’t like him, but for the moment he wasn’t doing anything bad. I took a deep breath. “Well to start of my mom is in the detention center, and my brother Aragorn, he is like a king. At least he thinks he is a king. He is also disgusted by me and my siblings which he considers his peasants. All he does is bark around orders and scream and yell, it gets very tiring after a while. There is also his twin Tuff, he is fat and throws his weight around a lot. Too me he is just sort of a looser I guess. I also don’t along that well with most of my siblings. I am sort of a softy when it comes down to business, though I can kick ass. My twin sister, is this skinny fast little thing. And hard as a Rock you can say. Abby is a bit of a diva always throwing temper tantrums like a little kid, so we often have knives stuck in the wall. The comes summer and Josie. Summer is sort of a weakling even more than I am. I mean just because I tend to be sort of helpful, doesn’t mean I am weak. Josie is an odd girl, she has this obsession with dolls, maybe that is why she has no real friends, and don’t be fooled by her cute smile she will kill anyone.” I stopped in the middle of the sentence and just looked confused, why I was telling him about my family, it didn’t matter at the moment I had nothing better to do “Arwen is the baby of the family, I mainly have nothing to do with her. That were just my siblings, I have much more family, like my cousins that live with us or the bastard children, were just too big for the house I guess, what about your family, tell me about them” template by chelsey