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~St Venti's School for the Magically Gifted~
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → ~St Venti's School for the Magically Gifted~What bordered the line between love and ignorance? Could the two exist together? Were they supposed to? She remembered too much. All those endless hours, flipping through pages. Tears, a dilute solution crawling down her cheeks. Longing for someone to appear.
But no one came; Simply because they loved her.
Why did love have to be this way? Why couldn't love be correct? Why couldn't love work the way it did in stories? Why couldn't anyone understand that she she wanted that lone sense to exist in this horrible, silent world?
Because you were an idiot, a voice would always whisper. Because you couldn't fit quite right into their minds. Because you weren't normal. That's why..
And the worst thing was that voice was her own. It was her fault.
And that's why Jennifer was special.
She didn't try and make Priya happy.
She was just... herself.
She loved Priya. And she didn't try.
And that was why... she refused to accept anything else. This was the story. This was the way it was supposed to go. Jennifer...
Was Priya's only chance to redeem herself.
Jennifer was her only chance.
And if she lost that...
Priya might as well be dead.
"No! I'll go in through the window."
"And...hide in the bathroom."
She nodded and closed her eyes, summoning a dark blue wave, that enveloped her completely, shielding her from view. It raised higher and higher, moving at top speed. Genya wooped as it crashed on the school and she hopped through the window, and into her bathroom.
Thoughts tumbled through his mind.
His teeth gritted.
And he hurried towards school.
She laughed and went inside her dorm, looking for clothes.
"No...no...why on earth did you pack this, mother? It looks ugly!"
Genya sighed, frustrated.
"Where are my clothes. Where on earth did I leave my suitcase? Where is it?" She shrieked.
It was slightly unlatched.
He jerked it under his blanket and threw it over his head, the clacking of keys quickly following.