MiseryHigh

Addylynn sat at her desk with a pen in hand, thoughtfully tapping her chin as she stared intently at the prompt the teacher had passed out. It was her final writing assignment, meant to be a part of her final grade, and it was due soon. She knew she should have written it ages ago, but with the Second Kindred war on her back (she didn’t mean to start a war) and the council calling her every few days for updates on the meetings and court decisions to be made she just simply hadn’t had time. So now she sat and stared at the prompt, begging for something to pop into her head. “What have you learned your last four years here?&r

fumigation what that mean, the primitive part of em asked. IT MEANS THEY'LL FUME THE BUILDINGS, TO GET RID OF PESTS, the civilized part answered. pest? YES. PEST. The primitive side pondered for a bit. we pest? The civil half seemed pensive. YES. we pest YES. I JUST SAID. WE ARE THE PESTS. There was a moment of silence. they banish us? More silence. i want go, the primitive part said. go way. home. I DO, TOO, said the civilized part. --- Bree waited outside the school with other students. The school after the announcement was a dreadful blur of activity and sensations, panicky students crying and calling their parents to please pick them up.

<JaxxyLupei>It had been a littlwe while since the announcement for the temporary evacuation of the school. Some students have already left, others were still waiting around, surely to be picked up or whatever. Ryan and the twins were still hanging around, Ryan waiting impatiently as Riley was trying to find his guitar. The rehead gave an exasperated sigh. "Hurry the hell up Riley or I'm leaving without you!"/"I know it's around somewhere.." riley muttered to himself, digging throug his messy wardrobe./Romy had een waiting patiently by the bus stop a little ways from the school./Jamila was a little late to gather her things since Parker