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Margarete was in the cafeteria for senior lounge, which was unusual because she was a junior. There had definitely been some sort of mistake when her schedule had been made, but she wasn't going to argue about being in Senior Lounge. It was better than the normal study hall. At least here she could get some food to eat while she worked.
Vivienne was also in the same place,and she didn't care.Her schedule put her in the Senior Lounge about now,and she didn't mind.It was just one grade up.Why did it matter? She read,then shifted her shoulders a bit,and she hissed.The injection from last night hurt a bit,but that would be an understatment.It actually hurt like geting a brand.But if it helped keeped the other personality at bay,so be it.It never hurt this much though,and it worried her.She seemed fine now,but who knew what would happen?((I have a feeling they would get along.A descendant of John Procter and a rumored possible witch (if i'm correct)and a girl raised by serial killers with an alternate personality.I just have a feeling.=3))
((Hmmm. Maybe, LOL))Margarete caught sight of Vivienne entering the room. Vivienne had been the only other junior in this period for Senior Lounge. It was even more shocking to her on the first day that the counselors had managed to mess up two schedules, not that she cared at all but it made the seniors there pretty frustrated. Margarete waved to Vivienne so she would spot her easily.
((Xp))Viv noticed someone wave,and it turned out to be Margarete.It wasn't a suprise she was in here,since she saw her almost everyday.They talked a lot and had the same classes.So it seemed like they were friends.Which was worring in a sense,since the topic of her parents and her past was about to come up sooner or later.It terrified her,but she realized the time was now she had to tell her.Vivienne tried to swallow the lump in her throat as she walked over to Margarete,her hearbeat in her ears."Margarete,I need to talk to you." she whispered,even though they were almost alone.That's just what her voice came out as.
((Uh, just saying it's probably like the middle of the semester so they would know each other by now...))
Margarete's carefree expression turned to one full of concern but she quickly resumed it back to its normal expression so on lookers wouldn't suspect something was wrong and try to eavesdrop on their conversation. Despite the fact that everyone was at least two tables away, she just did not want to risk it. "Is something wrong? I really hope you aren't here to tell me you're pregnant." She said with a light laugh, trying to make things less awkward.
"Um,No." Vivienne replied,biting her lip and laughing a little right after,then sat next to her."It's something way bigger than that,although pregnancy is pretty big." Nervously,she started tapping her fingers,then she brought them to her necklace,gripping it ."I've bet you've been wondering things since we became friends.Like the fact that my parents aren't around." She swallowed a lump in her throat,then continued."I've lied to you,but for good reason." Tears prickled at her eyes."I felt i could never tell you,but now i have to.You've should've known earlier." A tear rolled down her cheek while she said the next sentance."My parents are dead."
Margarete watched Vivienne with some convern when she said that whatever she wanted to say was somehow worse than a teenage pregnancy. And she was right. Margarete stared at Vivienne with wide eyes, her carefree expression now full of shock and sympathy and she made no effort to go back to looking carefree. She didn't say anything immediately but hugged Vivienne. "This probably won't make a difference, but I'm so sorry."
Vivienne nodded then continued."It gets even worse from there." she managed to get out,since there was another lump in her throat.Her sadness turned to anger."They didn't did die naturally. My parents were killed." At that,she started to cry uncontrollably.She couldn't help."And i was raised by the people that killed them." she then started to sob."I'm crazy,and you shouldn't be near me." Then,very quietly,she added,"This was my mother's necklace.And it has her blood on it."
Margarete was quiet. She had no idea what to say. Her mind was blank. She couldn't form and words in her mind, let alone speak a sentence. Not only that, but she felt that if she did have something to say, it wouldn't be right and she would somehow end up making the situation worse. All she could do was feel shock. Complete and utter shock at the words Vivienne had just spoken. Her face were filled with a mix of shock, sympathy and tiniest twinge of curiosity.
Right after her somewhat outburst,Vivienne just looked at the table,rubbing her necklace unconciously.It felt strange blurting most of her life story out.But she would have to know sooner or later.And it had been definatly sooner.The purple rose felt warm between her fingers,as if her mother was still wearing it.A small tear formed,and she sniffled a bit.She felt awful for no reason.At least that what's she thought at first.Vivienne knew Magarete would hate her.That's why she never told anyone.The truth would scare them,and the lies were false comfort.But the truth is better in her eyes,yet it is terrifying.So is some of life,and that is why should never made a friend before this."You...You must be curious,i know.I blurted it all out,i couldn't hold it in anymore." Vivienne muttered to the table and wiped her eyes,then turned to Margarete."Any questions? Comments? Concerns?" Her tone was almost jovial,as if to distract her from the subject.Her tragic past.
Margarete shook her head, even though she did have questions she wanted to ask. Of course she had questions to ask, how could she not with a story like that? Like did she always know the people who raised her were killers? Did she know why? Did they teach her anything about killing? Did she love them? But she knew it would be completely insensitive if she did, however much Vivienne seemed comfortable with the idea. To some degree it all seemed so fake as though Vivienne had just made it up. But to another the idea was simply too insane to have been made up like that.
Vivienne shrugged,then started tapping her fingers while she looked at them.Maybe she didn't want to ask at all.It would bring up the memmories."Ok,then.Maybe another time i'll tell you more about that." She slowely turned her head up but not really looking at her."There's just one more thing." Viv started off,fumbling with her necklace.Even though it was impossible,she felt a low pulsing in it."My parents were found killed,which i just told,but it wasn't something you could identify." She looked her dead in the eye as she continued. "The police don't know what they,or my mom died from. My dad was shot and stabbed,but they don't know what my mother died from." As if reacting to what she said,the necklace pulsed louded. "In the police report,it was put down as 'unspecified'. And it was pretty grusome.I saw the pictures." Viv instantly swallowed a lump in her throat,wanting to continue. "And the people who raised me did that to my parents." She clutched her necklace even tighter as her eyes got teary. "For your own good, you should stay away from me. I'm dangerous. I've saw what they've done." Almost quietly,she added "I could kill you." Unconciously,Viv pulled down the sleeve covering her injection mark,and didn't pull it up in time.Might as well.. Taking a breath,but in the same tone she added,"This is the only thing keeping me from hurting everyone. It's a serum i have. I...have an alternate personality." That was everything.And now she had to wait for a reaction.
Margarete was about to comment, thought all that would happen would be her mouth being left to gape at the wild story that Vivienne just told her. But the bell rang and everyone was getting up and starting to leave. She wanted to stay with Vivienne but she needed to meet up with Ash and then her class was on the other side of the building. "I- I really don't know what to say Vivienne. But I- I just need to think over it and stuff. I'll text you later. Alright?" She said with such sincerity, not showing any fear or doubt that her words were a lie and this could be their last possible meeting. Margarete gave Vivienne a quick huge before getting up and leaving.
The bell ripped through Vivienne's thoughts,and whatever Magarete was about to say had to wait for later. She still had her mouth agape until the bell rang too,even though it had been a few seconds since she finished her story. Though,she had to admit it was a wild story. It was downright insane and near unbelieveable. Margarete sounded downright scared of her. Viv wouldn't be suprised if she didn't text her,let alone see her again. She felt strange while she hugged her,as if they were strangers. Viv felt alone walking to her next class,even though there were people around her. They say the truth will set you free.But sometimes you get trapped again.
Tis true that the Populars were expected to sit in the top level. Of course, Miranda didn't like to flaunt her Popular status. So instead she sat where the rest of the seniors sat. Legs crossed she leaned back in her chair, as she flipped the page of The Odyssey. It truly was her favorite novel, that much apparent by how worn it was. With one hand holding the book she used her other hand to take a bite of a carrot, crunching on it in an almost calculated sort of manner.
Bash walked into the cafeteria with a regal stance. As he was walking past the tables and kids he could feel the presence of people staring at him. He loved the intention, he craved it! It was this that made him think he could do just about anything. He was walking towards to go get his lunch when he noticed a beautiful lady reading a book. He noticed she wasn't on the top level which made him a little hesitant to go talk to her but that didn't stop him. He walked to the front of the line got his lunch paid for it and strode to where she was. He looked down at her and smiled charmingly asking, "Excuse me miss, but is this seat taken by any chance?"
At first, Miranda didn't respond. Most guys at school knew better than to try to strike up a conversation with her and it took a second before she looked up and seeing Sabashtin her brows lifted in a quizatory expression. He was a junior, which meant that he would be here after she had graduated. "Well seeing as the chair is still there, I would assume that no one has taken it." She replied her tone cold and impassive as she looked back down at her book intending on fully ignoring the male.
His smile faded then as he put down his tray and took a seat. He replied a little quieter, "Thank you...." Now not know what had gotten into him to talk to a girl like that an her being a popular. He could tell now by the way she spoke to him. He had no chance of making friends with her and she was the reason why he wanted to take revenge on the populars. He started to rember all the beatings and memories. He closed his eyes for a second then smiled back at her charmingly. He was gonna do what he did best act! He was gonna try to befriend this witch to get close and maybe he would win in the end like he wished an get his sweet long waited revenge. "So, what's a pretty popular girl like you doing down here? Don't you have to uphold your label?"
Miranda sighed and shut her book. Slipping it into her bag she folded her arms over one another and leaned on the table. "Flattery will get you no where, so you can stop with the whole pretty thing. As for the popularity, haven't you heard? I like my fellow populars like I like my tea, in a bag and underwater." In other words, she liked her 'friends' dead. Of course that was going a little much, and it was rather harsh, but still. She wouldn't actually want the Populars dead. She just didn't like to be around them. Taking another bite of carrot she watched the junior with her icey blue eyes wondering why he didn't just walk away.
He crack a smile. He couldn't believe that she didn't very much like the populars and wanted them dead. Maybe they wuld actually be friends. He changed his action plan there. "You know I was only asking and there is no reason to be a cold hearted lady to me! I say here thinking that you were just a nice looking girl. Hoping you we're different than the restof the school, but you're not! You are just like them!" He said with cofidence he didn't have on the inside but was hoping that she didn't see through that.
Ooooh, bad move for the junior. Miranda did not like being told she was just like everyone else. That she didn't stand out in any sort of way other than 'pretty' and 'popular'. Lips pursing she took a moment thinking about her answer and controlling her anger. She was on the verge of flipping a table from that little comment. "I most certainly am not like everyone else in this damned hell hole. To say such a comment is to show that you have no brain cells floating about in that skull of yours." She remarked her voice as cold as ice.
"Then why act better then all of them or act like you don't care? I can see you care very much! And if you were different you would have your own style and own personality not the snooty popular girl one which every girl has taken?" He said back to her knowing that he was pushing her buttons, but he was also telling the truth within his words. He waited to see what she would say and while doing so took a bite of his sandwich and stood his ground. Still seated in his seat calmly acting like nothing un normal was happening.
Those words? They were enough to flip the switch. Who cared if she got threatened expulsion....again? Not her. "I don't act like I don't care. I actually don't give a flying fuck about anyone in this school. And I don't act better than anyone in this school. Don't you dare go around telling me that i'm just some snooty popular bitch like that queen bee, Quinton." Miranda had risen to her feet by now and she had slammed her hands down on the table rather hard, drawing the attention of many shocked faces looking over at them. Eyes as cold as the ice berg that sank the Titanic, she pushed the table out of the way, ramming it into another nearby table before walking up to the junior and bending down, her face inches away from his. "Choose your next words, wisely, boy." She snarled obviously implying that in these next few moments he should apologize, before she got really upset.
He smiled and chuckled a little as he watched her have her little hissy fitt. He grinned, but on the inside he was very terrified! She freaked pushed a whole table across the room! He said in a calm voice that was kind yet caring at the same time, "I had no intentions of offending you, but by all respect you just had a BF, and not a boyfriend..." He stated as a matter of factly, "A bitch fit is what you just had you are definitely not like the queen bee, but you are acting like you are the shit and you don't care. And if you really don't care about anyone in this school then fine, but I know down on the inside of your cold broken heart there is a side of caring! Others might not see it but I do. That's cause I actually see the good in people even though I'm a fagot and a punching bag nerd. So yes I am sorry I offended you...." He said with a strait face being all serious. He didn't care that everyone saw that he was talking to her the way he was. He had been beaten up so many times and abused that he knew how to block his fear and pain around others so they truly didn't see the hurt and pain he was actually in each day. He waited to see what she'd do next hoping to god he wouldn't get bitch slapped. She was really close to him and she smelled good!
Breathing quickly Miranda scowled and then pulled away and shook her head, "You are crazy. I can't- Nope. I don't deal with crazy." Shaking her head she was obviously frazzled as she picked up her bag, slinging it onto her shoulder she scowled down at the junior. "It takes more than that to offend me. You just pissed me off. That doesn't take much, so don't go flattering yourself for causing my 'Bitch Fit'" She even went so far as to put air quotes around the words before she turned on her heel and pony tail swaying she headed out of the cafeteria and off towards the parking lot deciding to ditch school for the day.
He laughed as she did so. He watched for a second as she was walking out then he grabbed his things in ran after her. He couldn't believe at first that he was running after her but he knew he hit a soft soot and he would I vesting ate further into the situation with this! He ran after her he could feel all the eyes on him as he ran out after her and he could defiantly hear the whispers start to form..... And the most important thing the rumors!
Pulling out a chair, Ashlynne plopped down into her seat before leaning back onto the back two legs of the chair and propping her feet up onto the table. Waiting for Margarete she had to admit that these past few days had been boring with a capital B. The brotherhood had been too wrapped up in their horomones to get any real planning done. One was lusting after the younger Gallows girl, Cat and Arrow were practically sparking with the sexual electricity between them, it was getting ridiculous with how unprepared for Prom the whole group seemed to be. Which was why Ashlynne had been MIA from school since the day she ran into newbie Carson or whatever his name was. She really was bored with all this emotion stuff. As if even the brotherhood couldn't keep their emotions out of this. C'mon they were supposed to be heartless, vengeful? And so far when they should've been hitting the populars hard with misleading tricks the brotherhood had been flirting. Oh what a force to be reckoned with, indeed.
Margarete sauntered into the cafeteria, heading into line to grab some breakfast before making her way to Ashlynne, plopping down besides her best friend. Margarente offered Ashylnne some of her muffin and juice as she swung her legs under the table. "Where have you been?" She asked, as she removed the wrapping from her muffin. She split the top and bottom and began to eat the bottom half of it. Most looked at her as though she were crazy for this little habit. But really, the top was the best part and Margarete had a thing for saving the best for last. So it made sense to eat the top last. "Anyways. Did you see this?" She asked with a grin, pulling out the pages of Felicity's journal which had been plastered everywhere across the school, no doubt that Ashlynne hadn't seen it. She wished she could reward whoever had done this.
Taking the pages that her friend had produced, Ash's eyes danced over the words, skim reading as the smirk on her face stretched upwards a bit more. Pulling her attention away from the pages there was a definite gleam of glee to her eyes. "This is amazing. Whoever did this is wow." She laughed and set the pages back down on the table. Today had definitely been worth showing up at school for. "I've been bored...." she replied in response to Margarete's earlier question about her not being around, "And avoiding the disease of hormones." Pulling a face she rummaged in her bag for an orange and pulled it out, slowly peeling off the outer skin in one long curling spiral, a talent she prided herself on. "What's been new with you lately?"
((I won't be back till Sunday, so if you want to end it that's fine))"Not much, just waiting around for orders like you. Apparently the Bigs are going to have a meeting soon and sort everything out. I'm so excited! Everything is finally going to happen!" Margarete said with an excited gleam within her eyes. She had been waiting for all this since the beginning of Summer when they had started planning what they wanted to do this time. Sure there had been a few pranks here or there through out the year. But from this point on, it wouldn't just be jokes anymore. The real fun was about to begin.
Populars sit on the upper level.
Freshman sit at the tables to the wall near the doors.
Sophmores sit near the tables to the wall in the middle area of the cafeteria.
Juniors sit in the middle area.
There is a part of the cafeteria not shown. It's on the upper level against the wall, where the rest of the non popular seniors sit. They get the upper level, but not the view of the cafeteria.
This seating is unofficial of course. Though, students must hope not to sit in the wrong area. =3