The sun was peeking through the curtain, and onto Fawna's lifeless
face. Slowly, she started opening her eyes. Realizing it had been
off, she picked up her eyepatch and slid it over the purple eye
again, her green one visible. She sat up in bed, glancing at what
used to be Spring's old guitar. She smiled, knowing she finally had
him back after 50 years. She propped it against the dresser,
stretching and taking the un-opened, small box. She peeked at it.
What had he sent her..?
Reyana's eyes slowly open. She stretches her arms and polishes her
staff. She looks tired, but alert. She is busy memorizing her
schedule for the next week.
Silently, she slips off her bed and checks her phone. Text from an
unknown number. She supposed it was Spring. Yep. That was him. She
typed on the keyboard before checking the time and turning the
phone off. She picked up the guitar, and walked over the the
window. Luckily, the windowsill was big enough for her to sit on,
so she sat on it and began playing the guitar.
Noticing someone had left, she set the guitar down, picked up the
small purple tophat, balenec it on the right side of her head and
glitched to where they were. She had a ppeared just behind them, so
she decided to tap them on the shoulder. Surely that would get
their attention!
She had faint glitches around her still. She was afraid she was
about to change into Glitch- Suddenly, she had glitched into
someone different. A brunette bunny. Pratically the same, but with
purple swirls on her cheeks and her deep purple eye exposed.
''s0rRy.'' she had said. ''D!Dn't mE@n 2 sT@RtLe U. !'m gL!TcHp@w.
0r uSuAlLy f@wNa.''
Reaching out, her hand covered the staff's glowing tip. Magic had
flowed through it to her. She was erasing the memory of her seeing
her like it at all. When that was finished, she was gone like the
wind.
Ghuld finally flew down from the roof, having sat up there all
night. She put her headphones in and leaned on a wall in the
hallway, ignoring the cold glares and whispers. Someone walked up
to her, smiling, and said "Are you the person that killed those
three people?" Ghuld glanced at him, then went back to staring at
the floor. "Would you mind taking care of someone for me?" The boy
asked, his smile growing. Ghuld punched him in the face. She didn't
mean to do that. She didn't even remember making a fist. The boy's
nose was bleeding now. God, she really needed to stop hurting
people.
"Take care of them yourself," she spat, and walked to her dorm. She
closed her door behind her, and blasted music from her speakers.
She tried to calm herself down, grabbing hold of her guitar and
glitching outside. The first class of the day was music class, and
she wanted to do nothing but play her gutair without being told no.
Ghuld went to the office to collect another timetable, and saw that
she was late for art. Hah, art. What was the point in drawing, hm?
Do fashion pleasure? Yes, well, the pleasure ends as soon as she
breathes fire on it. She hated art, but she went anyway. Everyone
stared at her as she walked in, so she sat down on a chair with her
headphones in and ignored everyone.