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It wasn't long, though, before the whispers grew loud enough to discern a couple of words, "mother," "murder," and "clueless" among them. I would change the comma after "words" to a colon ":"
"Celia's hungover, but she refuses to admit it,” Jessie said, her words rapid and tired sounding.Maybe add a - between "tired" and "sounding:" "tired-sounding"
"Excuse me. I find this highly offensive," Celia said, propping her chin up on Elpida's shoulder with an affronted look. "I am not always drunk. Sometimes I'm high. It varies."SDKFJSDLFKJSDLFKDJSFLKDSF
Sofia wrote: ""Excuse me. I find this highly offensive," Celia said, propping her chin up on Elpida's shoulder with an affronted look. "I am not always drunk. Sometimes I'm high. It varies."SDKFJSDLFKJSDLFKDJS..."
ehehehehehe.
this was right after pb&c, so I had to incorporate it somewhere.
Yumiko wrote: "skskskskskskskkskskskskskskgimme more"
I'M TRYINGGG
Evie wrote: "Sofia wrote: ""Excuse me. I find this highly offensive," Celia said, propping her chin up on Elpida's shoulder with an affronted look. "I am not always drunk. Sometimes I'm high. It varies."SDKFJ..."
PB+C
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Sofia wrote: "Evie wrote: "Sofia wrote: ""Excuse me. I find this highly offensive," Celia said, propping her chin up on Elpida's shoulder with an affronted look. "I am not always drunk. Sometimes I'm high. It va..."muahahahahahahaha
September 10, 2009
Despite Jessie's best efforts, Elpida walked into the school to a chorus of whispers and muttering. And she had no clue why. It wasn't long, though, before the whispers grew loud enough to discern a couple of words: "mother," "murder," and "clueless" among them. She was uncomfortably confused. Before she could ask any questions, Jessie ran up next to her and began steering her back towards her locker.
"Celia's hungover, but she refuses to admit it,” Jessie said, her words rapid and tired-sounding.
"What else is new. Celia's always drunk, anyway."
"Excuse me. I find this highly offensive," Celia said, propping her chin up on Elpida's shoulder with an affronted look. "I am not always drunk. Sometimes I'm high. It varies." Jessie rolled her eyes.
"Oh god. Please shut up."
"No," was Celia's poignant response, punctuated by a short wince. "My head still hurts." Jessie sighed.
"You know what will make your head stop hurting," asked Jessie.
"Water and Advil," answered Celia.
"Nope. Not going out to a different club every night," responded Elpida, with a shake of her head. "I'm tired of worrying about whether you'll make it back to the dorm. You're not reliable when you're hungover, and you never know what will happen." Celia softened, looking at her."
"I'll stay in tonight. Maybe,” she said, looking at Elpida, words seeming to be conveyed.
"Well, sorry to break this up," said Jessie, waving her arms around, and looking distinctly unapologetic. "But we have to get to class." Elpida shot her a death glare, before realizing she was right, and moving to get to Maths class, Jessie quickly followed.
"What did we do yesterday?," she asked, clearly worried.
"Chill, my child," Jessie responded. "Trigonometry."
"Oh, okay," Elpida said, smiling. "I can do that."
"You know that-" Celia was cut off by a student barreling into her at full speed.
"Look- outside- what-,” he was cut off quickly as they turned around, looking out the window.
"Holy shit," Celia breathed, glancing at the shimmering tear in the sky.