Katie spotted Priya, a potential VICTIMMMM!!
FRIIIIIEEEND! She immediately hopped on over. "Heyaheyaheya random
human! I'm Katie Melon. OH, oh!! Some call me Melly for some
reason! You are?! Great to meet you, friend!" She squealed and
jumped up and down eagerly.
(Meanwhile, Kendall was not sure how to exist because I
can't find the most recent Ai Li post:,))
Gisela, however, had a marvelous realization. She knew just
how to get revenge on Lin! If only it worked out as she hoped it
to... she'd do it when school started. At a time when Lin would
never suspect a thing...
Priya tried not to let her disappointment be evident on her face.
"Oh, hello," she greeted. "It's nice to meet you, Katie. I'm Priya.
Priya Knight." She gave a small, refined smile.
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Jamie, Jennifer, and Xavier were walking around, and Jennifer
spotted Priya and instantly hugged her. "Hi Priya!!" She exclaimed.
Jamie smiled a bit, and Xavier sighed happily.
Katie's face formed a momentary disappointment. "Did... Did
I say something wrong?" she asked quietly. Then she saw the other
students approaching, and then this was all forgotten, and she
smiled once again. "Oh!! You know Priya? Hiiiii! I'm Katie Melon,
or Melly!! Nice to meet you! What are your names?"
Priya staggered back, her cheeks still heated. In doing so, she
backed up into Xavier. "Oomph-" She stumbled forward and whirled
around to stare at him. Instantly, she recognized him as Jennifer's
brother. The one who didn't like her. She gave him an apologetic
smile, but internally, her insides were sinking. Him.
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Adrik seized his hands. He studied Kaden's face, alarm reflected in
his own. "Are you feeling light-headed?" he asked anxiously. "Have
you-" he hesitated. "Have you lost a lot of bl-" he struggled over
his words. "B-Blood?"
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"Right!" Adrik got to his feet, nearly stumbling in the process.
"Cra-" He grimaced, clapping a hand over his injured knee, which
was bleeding profusely.
He limped over to the drawer and tugged on the knob. The whole
thing came out and he tripped backwards, it landing on the ground
and sending up a cloud of dust. He picked up a bottle of pills and
held them up for Kaden to see.
"This it?"
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Adrik panicked. "Wait, which colour did you say again?" He looked
at the bottle. "Blue, purple, green? Please- answer-" But it didn't
matter. He threw it at Kaden. "Here! Catch!"
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Kaden threw some pills into his hand and swallowed them whole. He
blinked rapidly, the world spinning out of focus.
Kaden looked at the bottle, confused. He face-palmed slowly.
Adrik blanched. "Y-You're kidding, right?" he chuckled nervously.
"You're just-" He saw Kaden's head falling forward. "Wait! I got
you-"
He lunged towards Kaden. Kaden's face tipped towards the ground-
and Adrik caught him by the shoulders. "Oh- Gods- You're heavy-" A
gust blew in and Adrik shivered. "Brr.."
He shifted Kaden a little awkwardly to the side, and set him
against one of the remaining walls. "There."
Adrik's arms dropped. "Ow," he groaned. "Stupid arms. I really
should've worked some gym classes in during those hours I spent
studying..." He laughed, a little awkwardly. "Right, Kaden?"
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"Kaden...?" he asked hesitantly. He stared at the boy's face, his
brow furrowing in worry. "You okay, buddy?" He rapped gently on his
shoulder with his knuckles. "You... in there?"
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"C-Calm down-" He pulled the drawer into his lap and examined the
contents. "Bottles, bottles, bottles, bottles..." His eyes landed
on a blue and purple. "Crap. Kaden, which-" He paused.
"K-Kaden?"
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