Freak High discussion

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Wisteria sat on the front steps, her winngs folded uncomfortablely under her shirt. They could easily strech from one side of the hall to the next, but one of the new school rules made it illegal to even show them on the grounds.

(Cute)

Wisteria ran up to Dede and locked arms with her, but the added leanth caused her to bump into someone. "S-sorry," she said quickly, letting go of Dede to put both hands on her knees in a bow. She didn't want to start the day off by making someone mad. Wist stood back up and her blood froze as she saw just who she had bumped into. Blindly, the girl took Dede's armagain, backing away from Hunter. He had looked different without his glasses, now she understood the magnitude of trouble she was in.

Wist was caught off guard slightly when Hunter apoligised. She had made a habbit of stearing clear of him (like most Myths) and was suprised that he would even speak to her. "I-I... It was my fault," she squeeked as a wad of paper bounced off her cheek. Wisteria kept her eyes down, because to say away from him, she had to notice him. And Dede's words were ture, even if she was only being sarcastic. Hunter was cute. That was the worst of it. Hiding her wings she could servive, but knowing that his family would kill her as soon as look at her and still have a crush? That was unbarable.

"Bye Hunter," Wist said softly, embarrassment coloring her cheeks almost as bright as her hair. The girl hurried off with her friend and waited until they were out of earshot before she spoke. "I wish I was as brave as you," she said, looking up at Dede. "Not even Hunter messes with you!" A spitball landed in the girl's hair and she brushed it out like second nature. And here, it was. "Mama said brave souls were born, not made. You're so lucky to have one."

Dede's stumble caused Wisteria to fall, bringing Dede to the ground with her. The hall burst into laughter and Wist's pink hair turned blood red at the roots. What she wouldn't do to be able to dust them all into oblivion.

(I'mma post in the hall)

Skarlette stared at the huge high school looming before her with dark eyes that seemed to have flames dancing beneath them. She hadn't been to a school since she was five years old and it seemed like a bad idea to be starting again, but she had no choice. She had been found out and that was the end of it. Now she was going to be the new girl. The new freak to be made fun of. But soon everyone would realize she was no one to mess around with. She smirked and started toward the front doors of the school, her tiny mini skirt moving perfectly with her body as she went. She noticed she was getting some stares...especially at her tattoos, which covered most of her body. She never covered them, she couldn't. Too many clothes made her hot, and when she got too hot she caught fire, and when she caught fire there was no telling what may happen. So she simply wore the least amount of clothes she could. A tight black, skin tight, mini skirt, skin tight red tank top, and of course her ripped up old sneakers.

Karson noticed a girl he had never seen before but he decided to just ignore her. It wasn't like he could just walk up to someone and make friends anyway. He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans and lowered his head as the breeze rustled around his head and made his move a tiny bit. "Shhh, I'm trying to think," he muttered, seeming to talk to no one but himself. He realized he shouldn't do it, but he couldn't help it and everyone already thought he was messed up anyway.

Viva tucked her hair behind her ears and took her glasses out of her pocket and put them on. She hated them but it was better than walking around blind all the time. Her green eyes flicked around looking at everyone and she wondered how many of the people around her were myths. She wondered how many of them hated her for being human even though she herself had never done anything to them. She was scared to be at this school with them so she kept to herself. She stayed in the shadows not even interacting with most other humans. It was best that way. She played with a little hole in her sweater and continued on toward the front door, drifting past everyone without notice, she hoped.