RUTHLESS samples [dnp]

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[BABE ruthless__xo]

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[BABE ruthless__xo]

ｒｏｘａｎｎｅ ｅｌａｉｎｅ ｃｌａｒｋｅ

xxx It was clear that Roxanne did not want to get up that morning. Wasn't bad enough that she had chosen to sleep on the couch that night, but now she had to get up after finally falling asleep? Her paranoia had made it to where her thoughts had gotten so restless, it seemed nearly impossible for her to sleep. There was no way anyone could have seen her in the woods the previous night; Roxanne had to just be seeing things, or at least she hoped that was the case. Still, she didn't understand she could have been so careless either. The woods weren't exactly considered dangerous, from what she had heard, so it really was possible that she had noticed a human within them. As if her situation wasn't already a difficult one, Roxanne recognized the person as someone that she attended school with, which just seemed to make matters much worse. Wasn't being the new kid enough, or did life just feel like it needed to be a b***h, at the moment?

The decision to move definitely wasn't her own; it was her parents'. After being together for twenty-something years, they were ending it just like that. Of course, her mother and her worrisome self believed that such a "delicate" situation would get to Roxanne too much if she stayed at home. There was also the fact that her mother's side of the family had quite the temper, and her daughter had inherited that, along with plenty of other things from her side of the family. The best solution her parents had was to send her off to live with her aunt until the divorce was finally over. Roxanne knew better though. With her still attending school, and with school in session, she knew that she wouldn't be home-bound until after the school year, at the least. This was just great.

"Oh, get your lazy a** up already, Roxanne," she heard her older cousin grumble, obviously not liking the task of trying to wake her up that morning. Finally giving up on sleep, Roxanne opened her eyes slowly and looked up at her cousin, Riley, who was obviously irritated. "I'm the lazy one?" she stated in a smart tone while sitting up on the couch. "I do so much more than you ever even think of doing, mind you." It just seemed like Roxanne's job to irritate the living hell out of Riley, and she was doing that job pretty well, at the moment. The male shook his head and grumbled incoherent words as he walked off, going back to his own business. It figured that he wanted nothing more to do with her at this hour. At least Riley was a slight distraction from her worries. Skipping out on school wasn't an option, since it would alert her aunt and cousin that something was wrong. Roxanne knew that if they learned that she had possibly reveled the biggest secret within their family, she'd never hear the end of it. Ever.

Roxanne finally made herself get up from her spot on the couch, then heading upstairs at a slow pace. At this point, she could have cared less if she was late to school or not, but she knew that her aunt would, in fact, care. The last thing she needed or even wanted was her aunt on her tail that morning; it would more than likely end in a not-so pretty manner if that did occur, anyways. Speak of the devil. Her aunt felt the need to get onto her that she had over-slept, which didn't surprise Roxanne one bit. At least when it came to paranoia, her mother still beat her aunt any day. Hearing her aunt encouraged Roxanne to get ready for school quicker though. She rushed through her shower and quickly put on her beat up converse, a pair of jeans, shirt and jacket, not really caring how she looked at this point.

Somehow, Roxanne was able to make it school on time, even with Riley driving her. Really, she wondered how he even got his license, although, that had been nearly four years ago. It wasn't that he was a reckless driver, it was the fact that he was too cautious when driving. Did paranoia just run in the family or something? Apparently, he was too close to getting his license suspended for comfort, which somehow didn't surprise her. The last thing either of them dared to do was set Anna, her aunt, off. Riley just had to notice that Roxanne wasn't acting her usual self that day, even if she had only been in town for a couple of weeks. She blamed on the sudden divorce of her parents (which was also quite unsettling to her), and it was a plausible excuse, thankfully. Although, that little fact didn't seem to stop Riley's teasing. Getting out of his car, Roxanne walked towards the school and waved good-bye to her cousin unenthusiastically.

There was no reason for her to be nervous right? Wrong. She knew whoever had seen her last night attended school with her, and Roxanne was sure that she was going to be confronted about it, if they even believed what they had seen. Still, she wanted a part of her to believe that the other wouldn't do such a thing, since it would just make them seem insane, but somehow it was hard to keep believing that. There was no hiding it, though; whoever had witnessed her transformation had probably concluded that she was a werewolf. Such a conclusion would be a fact, which wasn't too pleasant to Roxanne.

After a week or so of attended this high school, it just seemed like homeroom was more of a social hour than anything, or at least things seemed so in the back of the classroom. As much as Roxanne detested having to hear the latest gossip every morning--Monday through Friday, at least--she enjoyed sitting the back. It wasn't like she exactly was able to fit in anywhere at this school, but that didn't seem to bother her too much at this point. When she entered her homeroom class, Roxanne made her way to back, ignored the glances she seemed to receive. She knew that those of a higher social status that sat in the back probably didn't enjoy her company, but to her, they could just get over it. Roxanne didn't pay attention to those in the back of the room, but her glancing was focused more on the others in the classroom. Her gaze stopped on one person in particular, and seeing her made her want to run for her life. It was the girl from the woods last night. She wasn't sure of her name, but Roxanne was definitely sure that this was the same person. Why did the girl have to be in her homeroom? Oh, now things just seemed to be turning for the worst. It felt like now, Roxanne just needed to bid good-bye to last bit of normalcy she held. She was screwed, so it seemed. Well, at least she had gotten as far as seventeen years as a human. Hopefully, this human could keep quiet about what she had seen though. Still, it seemed like humans just wanted to expose that myths were actually reality. Oh, now she was definitely screwed.

ｗｅｌｌ, ｍａｋｅ ｓｕｒｅ ｔｏ ｂｕｉｌｄ ｙｏｕｒ ｈｏｕｓｅ ｂ ｒ ｉ ｃ ｋ ｂｙ ｂｏｒｉｎｇ ｂ ｒ ｉ ｃ ｋ,
ｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｌｆ'ｓ ｇｏｎｎａ ｂ ｌ ｏ ｗ ｉｔ ｄｏｗｎ.

[BABE ruthless__xo]

ｒｏｘａｎｎｅ ｅｌａｉｎｅ ｃｌａｒｋｅ

xxx Now, sitting in the back was seeming to get even worse for Roxanne. Did she really care that Shaun, whoever that was, had broken up with one of the bleach blondes near her? Obviously not. Those near her were acting like it was the end of the damn world, though. Really, it seemed that these girls were worse than those she knew back home, and there was no doubt that she knew some pretty dim-witted individuals. Roxanne made no attempt to even socialize with such people, and the fact that didn't seem to enjoy her presence just helped that go along quite smoothly. Still, she was still referred to more as "the new kid" rather than her given name, which was more than likely the doing of those around her; she didn't expect them to be able to remember her name, though. Roxanne allowed herself to glance over at the idiots near her, rolling her eyes at their pure stupidity. Did they really feel the need to check their make-up every five minutes? One was claiming that she had to look absolutely perfect in order to find a "hot" boy just to make her ex jealous. The intelligence and motives of high school students were really seeming to deteriorate as time passed.

Roxanne was still debating which was worse: someone knowing the truth about her or these blondes near her. At this point, the blondes were beginning to win, unfortunately. There seemed to be plenty of distractions from the girl she remembered from last night, but still, the thoughts of her still lingered. "Hey, new girl," heard one of the girls near her state. Roxanne looked over at the one that had addressed her, obviously not interested in a word they were saying to her. "Someone told me that you would do anyone." Oh great--rumors. Her question was how did she even act like a slut anyways? That seemed more like this girl's job than hers. "Sorry, I think you're mistaking me for your little friend, Miss I Can't Keep A Guy For More Than A Day, over there" Now this was just turning into an odd form of entertainment. Seeing the other girl's eyes widen was priceless, in Roxanne's opinion. These girls truly were oblivious, as it seemed to take the other some time to get what she had stated. She heard one mutter something about how she would pay, and Roxanne could have cared less. Apparently, in her short time here, the rumors didn't really surprise her.

In most cases, she would have just ignored such comments that she received, but the stress was getting to her. Just knowing that sitting a few feet away from her was a girl that knew a single thing, and that one thing could completely change her life for good. Roxanne expected anyone that would be in her situation to be just as nervous, but of course, what she was, was just a complete myth to mostly everyone around her. To herself, it was obvious that she couldn't handle pressure, nor stress, too well. At least she was able to keep a calm and collected composure, though. Roxanne was just ready to crack, even if she didn't seem like it. She knew that eventually, she would confronted. How could lie about what this human had witnessed anyways? They saw it happen, and unless she could somehow convince the other that she was just seeing things, then she knew the truth, or at least something close to the truth. Humans wanted to believe myth over fact, although, Roxanne knew very few humans ever even truly knew about the existence of werewolves.

As the bell rang, Roxanne sighed and looked up at the clock, even if she was aware that homeroom was now over. For point in doing so was to keep her focus on something other than the other female. Was she going to expose her to the whole student body, or did this one have a different plan in mind? Roxanne doubted that anyone would believe any claims of supposed mythical creatures being real, well, at least without some sort of tangible proof. Who knew though; with the girls she sat near in the back, though, things were bound to be slightly different. God, as if just dealing with being a teenager wasn't difficult enough, especially nowadays.

She knew neither of them could stay in the classroom forever. Now, the thought of skipping school was definitely sounding better and better to Roxanne. She walked over to where Lacey was and crossed her arms. "Is it time for my interrogation, or no?" Roxanne muttered as she looked over the other another time, and her words had come out seemingly more cruel than she had ever intended. This was definitely the same girl, though, her slight humor had came out quite awfully. She then turned away from the other quietly and walked outside of the classroom. Roxanne knew that if this one really did want answers, she would follow her. There was barely any doubt in her mind; she was almost completely sure that she would follow.

ｗｅｌｌ, ｍａｋｅ ｓｕｒｅ ｔｏ ｂｕｉｌｄ ｙｏｕｒ ｈｏｕｓｅ ｂ ｒ ｉ ｃ ｋ ｂｙ ｂｏｒｉｎｇ ｂ ｒ ｉ ｃ ｋ,
ｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｌｆ'ｓ ｇｏｎｎａ ｂ ｌ ｏ ｗ ｉｔ ｄｏｗｎ.

[BABE ruthless__xo]

ｒｏｘａｎｎｅ ｅｌａｉｎｅ ｃｌａｒｋｅ

xxx Damn, it was like most of the people within this school didn't have a sense of decency or good manners. Apparently, the transition between classes was a chance for more girls to gossip and for the couples that were supposedly madly in love to show their affection, even if no one else wanted to see such a thing displayed. Truthfully, Roxanne couldn't wait until she graduated from high school, which was definitely hell at times. At the point, though, she was just hoping to make it through the day. Roxanne had stopped, trying to collect her thoughts and make some attempt at getting the events of last night out of her mind. Her attention quickly shifted to the girl beside when she heard her voice, though. Lacey--such a predictable girl, who was more than likely too curious. Roxanne couldn't help but to allow her self to smile slightly; not at the attempted humor by the other, but at the fact that she was able to read this girl like a book, or at least she mostly could. This just had to be a cover up for something, though. Hell, if she was in this girl's place, she'd probably be curious herself, but scared enough at the same time. Was that how Lacey felt, though? Oh, things in Roxanne's life would have been so much simpler if she could have just been more careful the previous night.

Roxanne's gaze averted from Lacey for a moment, trying to discover what she could possibly be looking at. Either she had possibly found more interest in something else, which Roxanne doubted, or she had some plan including the supply closet. Hearing the last statement from Lacey practically confirmed the latter of her ideas--another lucky guess, so it seemed. The others' statement just confirmed to Roxanne that she just hadn't thought she saw someone else in the woods the previous night. "I expected that you would," she stated, letting a slight laugh slip out when she first spoke. "Besides, I'm assuming that what you saw is considered paranormal, or at least to humans, like yourself." The last part of Roxanne's statement was more-so her thinking aloud than directing it towards any single person in particular along with being mumbled. The last thing she needed was anyone else knowing about her dirty little secret.

"Somewhere quieter and less crowded would definitely be better for me; I can't let this little, erm, issue be known by any others," Roxanne stated, attempting to hide the frustration she currently had. "Besides," she began, "it's not exactly out of my nature or anything to miss a part of a class, or even skip one." What could Roxanne say; most of her classes practically made her feel like death was possible through boredom. The fact her first period class was gym made things slightly better. There was never a day when she was disappointed in missing the class. Roxanne's attention drifted from Lacey to her surroundings, realizing people were finally heading to their classes. She grabbed onto the others' arm and led her into the supply closet, not really caring who saw, excluding teachers or any type of faculty member.

Roxanne released her grip on the other as she shut the door of the closet behind them. Leaning again the door, she let out a sigh, closing her eyes for a slight moment. The stress was something Roxanne could have definitely lived without, and it was such a headache, literally. "Just so you don't have to ask this question," she began, slightly muttering at first, "I, seriously, do not bite." Her conversational skills seemed to be deteriorating as time passed and as her own tension just seemed to increase. Roxanne's lack of a good sense of humor seemed to be more prominent now, as well.

Opening her eyes back up, Roxanne looked around closet. As if anything that would grab her interest would be within it, excluding the conversation she was now holding. She sat down on the closet's floor, using the door as a makeshift support for her back; sleeping on the couch hadn't been one of her brightest ideas. "So, what is it you want to know, besides the obvious?" Hopefully, this conversation could last long enough to clear everything up with Lacey. What did she even think about her anyways? Somehow, Roxanne figured it wasn't anything too pleasant, which wouldn't surprise her if that was the truth. For all she knew, the other was assuming that she was some cold-blooded murderer or something along those lines. That was the last thing she wanted her to think, but after last night and no explanations until now, imagination definitely had enough time to run wild about what she really was. Hopefully, this information would stay between the two of them. The last thing Roxanne needed at this point was the town knowing that her along with a part of her family being werewolves.

ｗｅｌｌ, ｍａｋｅ ｓｕｒｅ ｔｏ ｂｕｉｌｄ ｙｏｕｒ ｈｏｕｓｅ ｂ ｒ ｉ ｃ ｋ ｂｙ ｂｏｒｉｎｇ ｂ ｒ ｉ ｃ ｋ,
ｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｌｆ'ｓ ｇｏｎｎａ ｂ ｌ ｏ ｗ ｉｔ ｄｏｗｎ.

[BABE ruthless__xo]

ｒｏｘａｎｎｅ ｅｌａｉｎｅ ｃｌａｒｋｅ

xxx Thankfully, Roxanne wasn't able to show her bitter mood towards some of the remarks made by Lacey, just letting slide by as if she had never heard them. Still, being referred to as the big, bad wolf had definitely gotten under her skin. There was always the possibility that she was just being too uptight about the whole occurrence, also. It was just unsettling to know that this was the first impression Lacey had received with just witnessing something paranormal the previous night. Of course, Roxanne knew the senseless myths and other stories didn't help a thing, or at least in her case. Hearing the reply to her attempt at a slight bit of humor, she had to force herself from not rolling her eyes. Roxanne's brown eyes turned their attention back to the other as soon as she heard her speak once again. Oh, now Lacey was going to give her some sort of therapy-like advice? She mentally scoffed the thought, knowing that the last thing she needed to start was a fight. "Trust me," Roxanne began with a sigh, "with so much going on in my life, it's hard not to be stressed.

The other seemed to have some sort of a point, though. Maybe if she didn't allow everything to get to her so easily, then there was a chance that she would be less stressed, at the moment. That seemed nearly impossible, though, or at least it did to Roxanne. "I shouldn't have made those human comments earlier. I really have no right to even think them, since my father's one," she muttered as some sort of an apology. There always the possibility that just maybe Roxanne was taking this whole situation over the top. Hell, knowing how she was, she was probably becoming paranoid. Dear god, that wasn't such a pleasant thought, especially since it made her slightly believe that she was turning into her mother. Lacey's voice dragged Roxanne out of such thoughts, though.

Monster. She had a feeling that word was going to come up in the conversation. Of course, Roxanne had been expecting the word to be used against her as an insult, not in general terms. She smiled slightly at Lacey's statement. From the looks of things in the supply closet, plenty of people had the idea that something evil must have lived within it. The idea seemed like such a silly thought, but hell, none of the media helped teenagers, or anyone, out nowadays. Roxanne couldn't help but to let her thoughts linger on the thought of something that could actually harm someone living within the supply closet of a high school. It sounded like some senseless movie that would somehow be some big hit.

Roxanne's focus quickly turned back towards her conversation with Lacey as soon as the others' voice snapped her out of her wild thoughts. "The full moon, eh?" Now it seemed like the real interrogation was beginning. Oddly, there wasn't as much pressure on herself as Roxanne had previously expected. Was it even a possibility that she was being so trusting of a girl she barely knew, and she was sure Lacey didn't know much about her. "We don't go insane during a full moon, I promise." Roxanne was familiar with many of the stories that were passed down over time, although, a lot of them seemed like a bunch of total bullshit. Really, people thought they went insane just because they changed physical forms? It was crazy, or at least in her own opinion. "We have a conscious--a human one--if you want to put it that way; that doesn't change. If a werewolf happens to be insane, then they will be. Besides that, that myth's bull."

At least humans had gotten one thing right when they told their stories. Even Roxanne wasn't one hundred percent sure as to why, but the full moon was always a time for werewolves to transform. "Continuing on, as stupid as I sound, I don't even know why we all change on the night of one. My theory's some sort of instinct, but I don't have a real answer." Real answers. Oh, how Roxanne wished she had some of those most of the time. Answers would be great, especially as to why it had to be her out of everyone to be in this situation. Hell, she had even wondered why she couldn't have just been a human on some occasions. Thankfully, though, she didn't have those answers. Even with the sense of insecurity that seemed to come from being different than most, the pros always seemed to weigh out the cons.

That one word still couldn't seem to leave Roxanne's thoughts, though: monster. That what nearly every human seemed to assume about those different than them, and especially those different than them on a supernatural scale. "I'm going to let you finish the questioning, but I need you to answer a quick question for me, alright?" she asked, some of the tension finally beginning to ease out of her voice. It was going to be idiotic to ask something so seemingly senseless, but Roxanne felt the need to get the statement out there and answered. "You don't think I'm a monster, do you?" she muttered as her focus slipped away from Lacey slightly, knowing there was always a chance that she could say yes. Roxanne really wouldn't blame her if she did so, though. Humans weren't even supposed to realize that the supernatural world was definitely among them. She had more hope in the girl, though. It was definite that she was being quick to trust this one, but really, she didn't seem all that bad, in Roxanne's eyes.

ｗｅｌｌ, ｍａｋｅ ｓｕｒｅ ｔｏ ｂｕｉｌｄ ｙｏｕｒ ｈｏｕｓｅ ｂ ｒ ｉ ｃ ｋ ｂｙ ｂｏｒｉｎｇ ｂ ｒ ｉ ｃ ｋ,
ｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｌｆ'ｓ ｇｏｎｎａ ｂ ｌ ｏ ｗ ｉｔ ｄｏｗｎ.

[BABE ruthless__xo]

ＣＡＭＥＲＯＮ ｍａｅ ＥＤＷＡＲＤＳ

xxx Everything about this morning seemed to be turning for the worst, or so it seemed to Cameron. Meetings were never something that could be considered entertainment; nearly falling asleep during one wasn't too great either. That was just a huge risk at losing the internship she had worked hard to even gain. Falling asleep at ungodly hours and then getting up early for work was obviously not beneficial to Cameron. Even if she was just a sidekick, there just seemed to be endless criminals to deal with; of course, all of this had to occur at night, which affected her sleeping. It wasn't like she could just tell her supervisor that she had been out half of the night dealing with criminals, since that would either just blow her identity, or make the man she her as truly crazy.

When the older man asked her to stay behind in the conference, Cameron knew she was in for it. She always hated when he seemed to point out everything she did wrong and commented about "today's youth," even when he wasn't more than ten years older than herself. As much as she disliked his lectures, Cameron knew that he was doing her a favor by just not bringing her to their boss. Oh, that would be hell. "Miss Edwards, I hope you know that what you did was very unprofessional." Cameron just nodded as she heard the man speak. There he went pointing out another one of her mistakes. Half of the time, she didn't even pay full attention to his lectures, which was just what was occurring now. Really, if he ever noticed, he couldn't really blame her for not paying attention; Cameron figured he realized how boring and drawled out his speeches were.

"Just go home and get some proper rest. I trust that you'll finish your work at home?" Wait. Was mister tight-a** even serious about this? Cameron wasn't going to even ask, knowing that he would easily go back on his words. This had to be a first in the history of this man's career. "Yes, sir," she stated, turning her focus back to the other, struggling to even keep it there. She figured that her exhaustion had become obvious to others recently, which was what caused this conversation. If any of them even knew half of what occurred practically every night for her, they wouldn't see it as such a bad thing. Cameron knew the others that she worked with figured that she stayed out partying late, or something of the sort. Dear god, she barely had time to sleep, let alone even think about going out to some party. Noticing that her supervisor was leaving the conference room, she took this as being dismissed. Thankfully, Cameron's car hadn't been the decided getaway car, the previous night.

Finishing her work from home was more like a day off, or at least it was to Cameron. Without others around to pester her about someone or something she could have really cared less about, she could hopefully finish her work quicker. Once that was out of the way, the rest of her time could be devoted to sleep, or at least until it was time to go out that night. Today, she could finally have a day to herself. Or not. Before she could even open the door to the house, Cameron heard her roommate, Julie, announcing that she supposedly had the house to herself. Well, she was definitely in for quite a surprise. On the other hand, there went her own plans of having the house to herself. If she was lucky, though, she could possibly avoid most of the usual bickering and teasing with the other and could continue with parts of her plan.

"Correction, my dear," Cameron began as she opened the front door, "you were home alone." Pointing this fact out was slightly entertaining to her, though, saying this was bound to start something between them. From the looks of Julie, it seemed like she had made her own attempts at going to work herself. Still, it wouldn't have surprised her if the woman had overslept; the concept of oversleeping was definitely a common thing the two had, so it seemed. Cameron went over to the couch and sat down on it with an exaggerated sigh. Oh, how she was ready to get out of the damn dress she had worn to work and to just finally have some time to relax. "I'm working from home, today. So, what are you doing here, hm?"

ｔａｋｅ ｔｈｅ ｆ ａ ｌ ｌ ａｎｄ ｒｕｎ ｔｏ ｈｅａｖｅｎ;
ａｌｌ ｉｓ ｌｏｓｔ ａｇａｉｎ, ｂｕｔ ｉ`ｍ ｎｏｔ ｇｉｖｉｎｇ ｉｎ.

[BABE ruthless__xo]

ＣＡＭＥＲＯＮ ｍａｅ ＥＤＷＡＲＤＳ

xxx Cameron couldn't help but to roll her eyes at Julie's response to her being home. And this was supposed to be the person she helped fight crime at night with. Yeah, she definitely felt the love in the others' words. Before she could even think of asking if she had gotten up on time, Julie answered her question. Cameron swore the woman knew her too well, but god knew that it was probably true that she knew Julie well, also. How was she even able to even be remotely happy, when she probably got a little more sleep than she had gotten herself? Cameron put the thought out of her head as she sighed. "You know, I thought you'd be a bit more happy to see someone that saves your a** from time to time." Sometimes, she thought that she would never understand this woman, even if she was Julie's crime-fighting partner.

Really, it seemed like sooner or later, some argument was going to spark between herself and Julie. Apparently, the two of them wanted the other to not be present, but of course, things just had to work out to where they were both home at the same time. It didn't surprise her that the other found it slightly unfair that she was working from home, since it was obviously interrupting whatever plans she had previously had. Maybe, and just maybe, the two of them would be able to get along just slightly for the day; Cameron knew it was possible, or at least she hoped that such a thing was possible for the two of them to accomplish. "You'd be working at home all the time, if it wasn't for your bad procrastinating habit," she stated in a bit of a teasing tone.

Cameron watched as Julie sat down next to her on the couch, shaking her head slightly at the others' statements. God, she knew if she even thought of calling of work for no reason too much, she'd be out of the door of her place of employment before she could even make a slightly believable excuse. Even if with it just being an internship, everything about it seemed damn strict. Cameron let out a frustrated sigh as she leaned herself slightly against the other. How Julie was even able to think about eating junk so early in the day, she figured that she would never know.

"I completely screwed up today, though," Cameron mumbled as she declined the offer Julie had made. Knowing her, she would be too concerned with her mistake of using a meeting as a time to sleep, even she hadn't even meant to do so, for most of the day. So much for attempting to relax. "I almost fell asleep during that meeting we had today, and my supervisor chewed me out for it." Really, she could have cared less if Julie was even listening or caring about what had happened to her; she hoped the other realized by now that just rambling about certain things that irked her just helped her frustration clear up quicker.

Maybe if she was also able to clear some of the thoughts out of her head, she would be able to finish her work quicker. God knew just without the others that were in the office with her, everything would go by quickly and smoothly. There was a possibility that if she wasn't going to bicker and pick fights with Julie, maybe her plans of sleeping once her work was completed would change. Still, she somehow doubted that the other really wanted her around based off from her previous reaction of her being home. "The only upside to it all is that he let me come home, though, I'm sure they're hoping I won't be as worn out tomorrow." Hopefully, she would be as sleep deprived as she was today. Still, with the duties she held at night, she knew that the next morning, she would still be slightly tired.

ｔａｋｅ ｔｈｅ ｆ ａ ｌ ｌ ａｎｄ ｒｕｎ ｔｏ ｈｅａｖｅｎ;
ａｌｌ ｉｓ ｌｏｓｔ ａｇａｉｎ, ｂｕｔ ｉ`ｍ ｎｏｔ ｇｉｖｉｎｇ ｉｎ.

[BABE ruthless__xo]

ＣＡＭＥＲＯＮ ｍａｅ ＥＤＷＡＲＤＳ

xxx Hearing that the other was actually happy to see her, even if was possibly a joke, seemed to help Cameron, to an extent. Thankfully, it just wasn’t one of the cruel jokes that would get one of them to the point of starting some sort of arguments. Hearing Julie make a quick comeback to her teasing, she just smiled slightly. Even if it was teasing, it was just allowing the other things running through her mind to seem nearly nonexistent. ”Yeah, at the last minute,” she mumbled jokingly as a reply to the comeback. The next statement was definitely true, or at least most of it was. Sure, Cameron wouldn’t be too fond of the idea of the other staying home all day while she worked at some damn office, but hate just seemed like such a wrong word to use. As it even possible for her to hate Julie, even though it definitely seemed that way on the outside? "I wouldn't say hate; more like an extreme dislike, maybe."

It was true that Cameron didn’t like every single thing that Julie did, but hate just didn’t seem to be the word she could associate with her slight annoyance. Of course, that amount of annoyance, no matter its size, was led to her nagging nature when it came to the woman. Sometimes, it was hard for even her to believe that she was supposed to be the younger one of the two of them. The nagging was only because she probably cared, and probably worried, more than she needed to about Julie, or at least that was what Cameron kept telling herself. She would never admit aloud that she could even possibly have more than a friendship (though, it was more like an acquaintanceship most of the time), with the other. God, that would be torture, especially if she even came close to thinking that she felt comfortably safe around the other.

If Julie would have already known that something was wrong before she could even utter a word, it wouldn’t have surprised her one bit. It seemed that both could read each other like a book, which was definitely a good thing with some of the situations they were bound to get in. Cameron was just grateful that the other was just able to listen to her senseless rambling without getting too angry. Of course, with her rambling, there was bound to be some lame joke thrown into it with time. At least when it came to careers, they both seemed to be able to get along (or at least for the most part), when they came up in a conversation. It was a bit of a benefit to know someone that was older and had been through similar situations in their life. With Julie though, Cameron wasn’t really sure about what her remark was going to be this time.

Frustration always seemed to get the best of Cameron, and hopefully, the other had realized that, at this point in their relationship. “Doing a number” on her supervisor really did seem like a great thing to do, though, that would more than likely get her fired and some sort of law enforcement in the mix. That was really the last thing she needed at this point. At least the joke, even if it was one of the usual lame ones, had helped ease some of the tension she had. ”Can’t we just skip the working part, or just pretend that it’s already finished? Please, for me, Julie?” The other was obviously caught up with the excuse of a breakfast she had, and Cameron also had something else like work that she should have been doing, but seemed to be the last thing she wanted to do now.

ｔａｋｅ ｔｈｅ ｆ ａ ｌ ｌ ａｎｄ ｒｕｎ ｔｏ ｈｅａｖｅｎ;
ａｌｌ ｉｓ ｌｏｓｔ ａｇａｉｎ, ｂｕｔ ｉ`ｍ ｎｏｔ ｇｉｖｉｎｇ ｉｎ.

[BABE ruthless__xo]

ＫＡＴＨＥＲＩＮＥ ｍａｒｉｅ ＤＲＡＫＥ

xxx Katherine just couldn't have sat there and watched everything happen to Alex. It was a great frustration to her that she couldn't do a thing to stop her creator's father from hurting her friend. The last thing she wanted to do was to just sit there and watch as everything occurred in front of her downstairs; that was the only reason she had decided to disappear when the moment came. Still, Katherine didn't know which was more painful to her: seeing Alex get hurt or knowing she was getting hurt and knowing she could do absolutely nothing to stop it from happening. At this point, she knew that whenever her creator's parents decided to randomly make themselves present in a room, things were bound to be anything but good. Now, those were the times when Katherine would retreat and sit alone, at least until the arguing and fighting had ceased. Alex's room seemed be the only peaceful place in the entire house, sadly.

As she hard as she tried, she just couldn't ignore the voices she heard from the conversation (it was more of a fight, though) downstairs. Apparently, Alex's father was, once again, drunk. Although Katherine didn't fully understand the concept of drunkenness and how someone could even allow something like that to happen to them, but from what she had witnessed within the home, it didn't seem like a thing in any way possible. Everything hadn't been like this before, or so she had been told. It all just seemed absolutely odd to her that someone could go from being so seemingly calm, but then raging moments later. Whatever this condition of being drunk was, her creator's father mustn't have been born with it if things had once been normal.

Things just seemed to become worse as time passed. What could have probably been simply explained and forgiven was turned into an unneeded conflict. Hearing the cursing and anger in the voice of Alex's father also didn't signify that things were going even remotely calm downstairs. Everything within the household seemed to just be going downhill, and things hadn't even seemed to start out smoothly here either. Of course, her creation was during the beginning times of the conflict, but at least then everything hadn't seemed to be as horrible as they were now. The rampages that the others' father would go on would eventually wind down and it would be like nothing had ever happened, but Katherine worried; what if everything didn't become better, but worse? No. She couldn't allow herself to think even the slightest thoughts with pessimism.

Hearing the voice of Alex's mother, things seemed to be coming to a stop. Katherine had been waiting for the conflict to stop ever since her creator's parents came into the living room previously. She always waiting upstairs for the other, seeing that the others' father never seemed to make his way upstairs during one of his drunken rages. Katherine had pulled her legs close to the rest of body as she stayed as quiet as possible. A part of her always worried that one day, Alex's father would find some reason to start some of his senseless conflicts upstairs. Her breathing seemed to hinder slightly as she heard the door opening, not sure of what to expect, at this point. When she heard Alex's voice, she knew everything was alright, or at least as okay as things could be within the house.

Katherine had to stop herself as she heard her friend called out her nickname, Kitty, in a teasing manner. It wasn't that she didn't like the said nickname, it was just the teasing; also, being teased as if a cat wasn't something that was her absolute favorite. All she could do was sigh at such teasing, shifting around in order to peek around the end corner of the bed. The last thing she would do was snap at the other for playful taunting, especially since that was really the least of her worries, at the moment. "If you're wanting me to act like a cat, you're out of luck," Katherine said with a slight smile, attempting to throw a small tease of her own out into the open. No matter how much she joked around and teased the other, she knew she couldn't ignore everything else that happened. The first thing Katherine had noticed when she looked at Alex, was the red mark on her face, which she was going to assume was caused by none other than her father.

She wanted to stop everything that went on in the house, especially the violence that seemed to occur. What was she supposed to do to even stop it, though? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Katherine knew she scream and shout at the man all she wanted, but he would never even hear the slightest word she was to utter. Even she was able to do something, she knew that the man would just be able to easily push her around as if she wasn't even a slight threat to him. Katherine made her way over to Alex, frustrated with herself that she had once left like she had done. Still, even when she tried to bring her focus onto something else, her eyes seemed to settle on the red mark that was planted on the others' cheek. "I'm sorry," she mumbled as she looked down at the carpet. Not even Katherine was exactly sure what she was sorry for, since there were plenty of things that made her feel so guilty. Leaving was definitely one. Maybe it was just the fact that she couldn't get hurt through such rampages and do nothing about anything that occurred. Everything seemed so confusing now.

I'll take you just the way you are;
Imperfect words inside the perfect song.
I feel you closer than you are,
And I've been w a i t i n g far too long.

[BABE ruthless__xo]

ＴＡＢＩＴＨＡ ｌｅｉｇｈ ＤＲＡＫＥ

Two things are infinite: the u n i v e r s e and human stupidity;
and I'm not sure about the u n i v e r s e.

xxx Tabitha always seemed to dread this technology class she had been placed in. Sure, it wasn't much of a challenge to her and was definitely an easy A in her book, but it was the morons she had for classmates within the class that made her dread it. Why did all of the people she just couldn't stand seem to be placed in one of her classes? Her bet was on the fact that they thought the class was going to be a time where they could go on their stupid social networks and attempt to instant message about gossip and other senseless topics. It was obvious that they weren't expecting to have actual work in this class, and to their surprise, they did. A day never seemed to pass when some of the upper class students seemed to lose more of their intelligence. Where it seemed to go, well, who even knew. Wherever it was, it definitely wasn't with them anymore.

Thankfully, behind the teacher's back, she was at least able to make a few quick bucks off from some of the students through telling them the steps to complete their work, which they could have just gotten from the teacher, if they would have just payed attention. Tabitha hated doing such a thing, and it was obvious with her attitude when she did decide to take one of the offers. It was just known fact that she wasn't the most sociable person to ever exist. At least getting money out of these students wasn't embarrassing, unlike doing so to her two older brothers.

It seemed like a miracle when the bell rang and class was dismissed. All Tabitha wanted to do was escape from the people in her class and be near people she could actually associate with. Before making her way to the cafeteria, she stopped by her locker in order to put away her textbooks from her previous classes, which she no longer needed. Tabitha always hated going to the cafeteria during lunch. For one, she didn't even attempt to eat the food, seeing as it didn't even seem like whatever they insisted on serving could be considered food. Making her way through the other students as calmly as possible, she made her way to the table that she usually sat at with the others in her group.

"Kenji," Tabitha greeted the male as she sat down at the table.Well, Hayden was finally back. At least everything at the table wouldn't seem as quiet, hopefully. "Well, look who decided to finally come back to school," she teased as her attention turned towards Hayden. "And whatever you had, don't give it to me. You know, I can't afford to miss my classes." Tabitha let out a frustrated sigh as she took out some of the work she had failed to complete the previous night for her next class. As smart as she was, Tabitha had a bad habit of procrastinating, and it was obvious from time to time. The last thing she wanted to hear was someone talking about her bad habits, especially in her vicinity. "Did I miss anything too exciting?" she asked as she pushed her glasses back up into their proper resting place.

[BABE ruthless__xo]

ＴＡＢＩＴＨＡ ｌｅｅ ＬＥＷＩＳ

xxx Well, there went her last hopes of her friend ever being on time to even the simplest of events. Tabitha should have known that the girl wouldn’t even to be remotely close to being on time to meeting her at the local café. At least here, she was able to have some sense of peace and quiet, unlike her home. Things were bound to be hectic all the time, thanks to her younger brother; she still didn’t see what people found in him that was so adorable. Of course, they didn’t have to live with him or be his older sister. God, had she really been as annoying as he was at twelve? Tabitha let out a frustrated sigh as she checked her cell phone. Nothing. Apparently, Kate, her friend, didn’t have the common curiosity to even attempt to let her know that she was going to be arriving late. Really, Tabitha didn’t need to be expecting some miracle from the other, besides, this was the same girl who still got lost in a school she had been attending for two years straight.

The idea the two had wasn’t one of the smartest ones that Tabitha had agreed to. Sure, they had worked on school projects together before, but Kate was notorious for being one to procrastinate, which resulted in her doing most of the work. Still, doing the work was slightly better than having the other being a complete b***h for a week just because she had refused to work with the girl. Meeting at the café was probably a close second for her worst idea with Kate. If the girl would even show up, Tabitha was sure the other would take some time out of trying to get some amount of work by flirting with practically any boy that crossed her path. They had only decided upon meeting here due to the fact that with the conditions in their house, not even a slight amount of work would be completed. Still, Tabitha was expecting the other to get the point that she needed to actually be there with her in order for the whole partner thing to work like it was supposed to. Ten more minutes, and then she was leaving. The last thing was wished to do on a weekend was to spend her time sitting around at some café just to wait on Kate to show up and do practically nothing.

When she had realized her phone was vibrating, Tabitha was quick to assume that it was her friend texting her some excuse for her tardiness and her estimated time before arriving to the meeting spot. Wrong again. Of course, her mother was paranoid and had to pry into her business what seemed like every second of her life. It just seemed like the woman couldn’t keep a hold onto the fact that she was sixteen and able to handle herself at this point in her life. Tabitha sighed as she replied to mother, using one of her usual texts in order to get the point across that she was absolutely fine. If this was bad already, what the hell were things going to be like when she moved out of the house? Oh God that was an awful thought itself.

Five minutes of her time had been wasted on waiting, as well as making sure her point had gotten across clearly to her paranoid mother. Five more minutes until she was going to make her leave and just return home. Sure, that would more than likely piss the other off, but Tabitha wasn’t such a happy camper herself, at this point. So far, this day had been quite uneventful, stressful, and just overall a pure drag. It seemed like nothing could save this day as being dubbed by Tabitha as one of the worst ways possible she had chosen to spend her day.

a jigsaw f a l l i n g into place,
so, there is nothing to explain.
you eye each other as you pass;
she looks back and you look back.

[BABE ruthless__xo]

ＲＡＣＨＡＥＬ ｐａｉｇｅ ＣＨＲＩＳＴＯＰＨＥＲ

xxx She had been expecting this time to come for her; Rachael had been expecting such a thing to occur the moment she turned thirteen, though. When she had heard her parents mentioning her name along with the fact of “completing the paperwork,” Rachael knew it could only mean one thing for her: unwinding. The last thing she wanted to believe was that this fact was true, but there plenty of reasons for the two to sign her away. The main reason was that she wasn’t her younger sister, Taylor. Apparently, everyone found some promise in her, even though she was only eleven, and was going to amount to something huge in the future. When it came to her, though, people seemed to see absolutely nothing. No promise. No intellect. No great future. Maybe her parents had been giving her plenty of chances to prove herself over the past few years, but she failed every chance that she was ever given. Oh, now Rachael was definitely ready to show them all that they were completely wrong about her.

People made it sound like escaping from the Juvey cops was an easy task; they were absolutely wrong. The moment a person’s parents signed the papers, they were government property. Property—that was all they were. Not obeying the orders that were given was just one way to get the date of a person’s unwinding moved up. Running away was one of those ways, especially if you were to cause too much of a hassle within a community. Rachael figured that if she had to go out, she’d at least do it with some amount of class. If she really did go down, she wanted to make that occur in the flashiest way that she could possibly cause. That was just a last resort of hers, though. The main thought in her mind was keep running, hiding, and whatever she had to do in order to survive. No matter what anyone wanted to say, not even a slight part of her even wanted to believe that people could be alive through the process of unwinding.

The only reason Rachael had to be in this situation was due to the fact that two opposing sides, the pro-life and the pro-choice peoples, just couldn’t find it in them to respect the viewpoints of the other side. As time passed, the tension between them eventually led to the Heartland War, which had also been dubbed the Second Civil War. In order to stop the warring between the two sides, the government had formed the plan of unwinding: the process of signing your children over to the officials and allowing them to make them complete organ donors, which technically meant the children were still living. Rachael knew enough to know that “technically” and knowing something for a fact were two totally different things. To her, unwinding was a death sentence—a death sentence without a trial or any say-so in the matter.

Unwinding was a common practice in society, now. It was accepted, and seemed to spark no arguments that government officials found as threatening to their act. Rachael wasn’t the only Unwind that had the plan of running in order to escape their so-called fate. It wasn’t even slightly surprising to her that she had found another destined Unwind as she was trying to keep hidden from anyone that would turn her in, including the Juvey cops. Rachael was taking every precaution that could come to mind in order to save her own a**. At first, she didn’t know what to think of having someone else travelling along with her. Having someone else tagging along could possibly slow her down, but she had better hopes for the other girl. Still, Rachael was on high alert and wasn’t quick to trust a single soul, at this point. Her own parents that had treated her properly her whole life had now signed her over to the dumbass officials so they could chop her up and give her body parts away. If that wasn’t betrayal, then she really didn’t know what was. Was this the feeling that some of her friends had had when they had somehow discovered their parents’ intentions?

Rachael had lost count of exactly how long she’d been escaping from those who wanted to end her freedom, and life, for. Hell, she wasn’t even exactly sure of how long the other had been tagging along with her. The only thing that truly mattered to her was that, for now, she was safe. Her seventeenth birthday was lingering close, which meant only about another year of acting like she was some sociopath, criminal escapee. Smaller towns, like the one she was roaming through now, were the places in which Rachael had realize that there were less threats to her and other. The people within them seemed to be more careless about whoever would pass through them; questioning rarely seemed to happen in them, too. Even someone did decide to ask who she was and such, Rachael never revealed her actual name to people; she always told those that would approach her that her name was Paige. At least it was believable, and the fact that she could easily lie with a straight face was another plus for her. Maybe she could survive the year.

This town wasn’t too different from the others that she had been to throughout her little scheme. The only thing that bothered Rachael about them was how oddly quiet they were, especially at night. There was activity now in this town, seeing that it was in the middle of the afternoon rather than nighttime. Hopefully, the other hadn’t fallen behind. ”So, do you think you can keep going,” Rachael began with a sigh, ”or should we just stay here for the day?”

ｆｉｒｅｆｌｙ, ｃｏｕｌｄ ｙｏｕ ｓｈｉｎｅ ｙｏｕｒ ｌｉｇｈｔ?
ｎｏｗ ｉ ｋｎｏｗ ｙｏｕｒ ｗａｙｓ, `ｃａｕｓｅ ｔｈｅｙ`ｒｅ ｊｕｓｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｍｉｎｅ.
ｎｏｗ ｉ`ｍ ｊｕｓｔｉｆｉｅｄ, ａｓ ｉ ｆａｌｌ ｉｎ ｌｉｎｅ,
ａｎｄ ｉｔ`ｓ ｈａｒｄ ｔｏ ｔｒｙ ｗｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ`ｒｅ ｏ ｐ ｅ ｎ ｗｉｄｅ.

[BABE ruthless__xo]

ＤＡＮＩＥＬＬＥ ｍａｒｉｅ ＷＡＴＳＯＮ

xxxHomecoming. Danielle really couldn’t say she was a fan of football, seeing that she didn’t seem to enjoy the sport one bit. Still, homecoming was homecoming; practically everyone came to it, which included herself. Plus, it wasn’t like the high school’s team was amazing in skill or something like that—it was more like the exact opposite of that, most of the time. This definitely the idea Danielle had for entertainment, and she doubted that she would ever learn to enjoy the sport. What had ever made this type of event so great before? Maybe it was the fact that the six of them had been together before, which made the football games more of a time to be around one another rather than a spectator event. By the end of this game, she didn’t doubt that she would have a headache due to the senseless screaming and booing of the others surrounding her. Danielle shoved her hands into the pockets of the black hoodie she was wearing in a feeble attempt at keeping her hands warm in the cold weather. Whoever claimed black was a good color to wear in cold weather must’ve not been out in some truly cold conditions, or at least it seemed so. Really, her preference of what to do on a Friday night like this was to just stay indoors and not freeze her a** off. Obviously, that plan hadn’t gone through as she had wished it had. Once she was able to meet up with Logan and Lyra, though, maybe things would be a bit more on the brighter side.

Things had definitely seemed better when all six of them were together as a single group of friends. Even then, she had been the youngest of the group she was a part of, which had never really bothered her too much. Danielle had always been a logical person, believing in taking the most probable way to get to a solution. That hadn’t seemed to help her friendship with Hunter at all, sadly. She had never said that whatever had happened between her mother and Logan’s parents was right, but maybe it was just an accident. That answer didn’t satisfy the other female, though. Danielle had tried to keep their friendship from taking a horrible turn to its end, but what she tried to prevent was exactly what had happened by the time she was done. In the end, all of the friendships between the two sides seemed to turn out just as destroyed as her and Hunter’s friendship. All of the disagreements led to two groups of them being formed, with three in each: good and evil. Wasn’t this stuff only supposed to happen in those senseless comic books anyways, even if the six of them did have powers?

Danielle had only told a select few about her ability—her parents and the five close friends (or ex-friends in some cases) she had. Really, compared to the powers that the others had, hers just seemed slightly plain. Of course, being able to have your voice go to inhuman volumes wouldn’t have been plain to anyone without powers, she supposed. She knew that she could easily bring her voice over all of the others within the high school’s stadium, but bringing destruction to the stadium and people’s eardrums wasn’t exactly something she found as amusement, though. Oddly enough, she was more of a soft-spoken individual rather than one to be loud and completely out there. Danielle had always been that way, and no power could really change that, or least her own couldn’t do such a thing.

As she ascended the bleachers, the crowd just seemed to become crazier as she did so. For high school football, some people really took their pride in the team they supported a little too far, or in some cases, just way too far. Danielle’s blue eyes scanned the people that were within the bleachers around her, and they stopped as soon as soon as she realized one of the people she was looking at was Hunter. Right beside her, was Cayden. Hunter had been her best friend, and Cayden was her twin—the one she still had feelings for, as much as she kept trying to deny it to herself. The last thing she wanted was for one of the twins to notice her, not wanting any sort of confrontation to break out at a public event. If a fight did end up happening, she hoped it wouldn’t be in front of all of the spectators at this game. Even as she went back to going up in the bleachers, her thoughts were still focused on them; she didn’t know which one she cared about more though: Cayden or Hunter.

At least she noticed someone she knew within the bleachers that were full of people she barely even knew. Logan. In the end, Danielle had apparently sided with him, even if she didn’t actually want to take anyone’s side. She made her way next to the red head while taking her hands out of the pockets they were once in, in order to push some of her blonde hair out of her face. ”So, what’s up with you? I’d just assume, but there’s no telling what’s going on with you, now,” Danielle stated as she crossed her arms. Also, she was concerned with where Lyra was, but didn’t state that aloud. Maybe she had just overlooked her on the field where the other cheerleaders were. Danielle had never had much of a liking towards cheerleaders, but thankfully, Lyra didn’t get on her nerves like some of the others did. Hopefully, the other female would show up soon, if she wasn’t around. If she didn’t she would have to bring up the point of where she was at. Still, in the back of her thoughts, Danielle was thinking about Cayden, as much as she was trying not to do so. Maybe all of her connections hadn’t been broken after all.

Xｙｏｕ ｔｒｅａｔ ｍｅ ｊｕｓｔ ｌｉｋｅ ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ ｓ ｔ ｒ ａ ｎ ｇ ｅ ｒ.
XXXXｗｅｌｌ, ｉｔ`ｓ ｎｉｃｅ ｔｏ ｍｅｅｔ ｙｏｕ, ｓｉｒ.
XXXXXXXｓｏ, ｉ ｇｕｅｓｓ ｉ`ｌｌ ｇｏ,
XXXXXXXXXXｉ ｂｅｓｔ ｂｅ ｏｎ ｍｙ ｗａｙ ｏｕｔ.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXｉ ｇ ｎ ｏ ｒ ａ ｎ ｃ ｅ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｎｅｗ ｂｅｓｔ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ.

[BABE ruthless__xo]

XＴＡＢＩＴＨＡXXｅｌｉｚａｂｅｔｈXXＣＡＲＴＥＲX

xxxSo this was how she got to spend her weekend: moving. Tabitha had gone through the process of moving before, of course, that was when her mother and father were still together. That had been years ago, though. Now, the two were divorced, and her mother had been single. When Tabitha learned that the woman was, yet again, in another relationship, she truly thought nothing of it at first. She was known to get into relationships that never seemed to last, even if things appeared to be going well within it. Truthfully, Tabitha never believed that her mother would actually get to the point of getting re-married. Well now, her assumptions were proven wrong. Her mother had finally found someone that she was able to stay in a relationship with, get along with and love. It sounded like some ending from a novel made for hopeless romantics, or at least that was it was to Tabitha. At least things within the household could return back to normal. Somehow, she was able to doubt that everything could be normal, thanks to her own problems, though.

Really, Tabitha hadn’t expected her mother to dating the father of one of her classmates. It was embarrassing that someone she saw nearly every day knew how her mother could act. Of all people that even had to know about how odd her family was, it had to be Kristian. It probably shouldn’t have mattered what one person thought about her family, but it did matter to Tabitha. It was thoughts such as this that made her wish from time to time that she didn’t have feelings for the other girl. All thanks to having a class or two together and a bit of mingling, and she had allowed herself to have feelings for this one. It wasn’t that she found Kristian to be a bad person or anything like that; it was just the fact that she was now her step-sister. It was practically like she had feelings for her own sister, besides the fact that there was absolutely no blood relation between the two of them. If they weren’t actually related, it couldn’t be that bad to have some feelings towards the other. That was what she kept trying to tell herself, though. No matter what, there was going to be some doubt in her mind about this whole ordeal.

Tabitha could only hope that Kristian was unaware of any of the feelings she had for her. For once her life, Tabitha was finding her timidity and horrible conversational skills a good thing. As long as she was the only one that knew about said feelings she had towards her step-sister, everything would go smoothly within the family, hopefully. That was all she could hope for, at this point. Her mother already seemed happier, which was good reassurance. Well, at least she was when she wasn’t dealing with the hassle of moving. Everything finally seemed to be taking a turn for the better in her family life, now.

Maybe the experience of moving wouldn’t be so irritating if her mother would just quit being so paranoid about practically every little thing. Why didn’t she just do all of the damn moving if she wanted done in some neat-freak manner? ”Tabitha,” her mother began, which made a soft groan escape her lips, ”bring this up to your room.” It figured. It seemed like the word “break” was nonexistent in her mother’s vocabulary. Tabitha had to stop herself from allowing a smartass remark from escaping. As quiet as she was at school, she was practically the exact opposite the moment she returned home. Only those that were able to get past the walls she had built up exclusively for school knew how she could truly act. It was tempting to just allow the remark to escape from her mind to just make a break of her own, but the last thing Tabitha wanted to deal with was her mother’s temper. She was still debating now on which was worse: her paranoia or her temper.

In reply to her mother’s demand, Tabitha nodded, fearing that if she spoke, something would come out that would get the two of them into one of their infamous, senseless arguments. Pushing her glasses back up into their proper place (it was definitely one of those days where she was too lazy to attempt putting in her contacts), she glanced over at the box she was to be moving to her room. It was obviously hers, seeing that she had sloppily written her name on one of its faces in permanent marker. As she picked the box up and moved it up to her room, it was clear that she wasn’t too ecstatic, at the time. At least the woman hadn’t pointed out her slight attitude, which probably wouldn’t have been a pretty scene for anyone to witness. As soon as Tabitha was out of the woman’s range of sight and hearing, she allowed herself to roll her eyes and mumble the curses and smart remarks, hoping her mother wasn’t deciding to follow her.

It was painfully true that she could be such a packrat. Maybe if she had decided to actually go through all of her things and get rid of everything she didn’t actually need instead of cramming it all into boxes, then her task of moving her things wouldn’t be taking as long as it was. At least this box wasn’t as heavy as some of the others had been. Instead of just setting the box down and returning back to her mother, Tabitha set the box down and sat down next to it. At this point, she was beginning to not care what her mother was going to say about her just making a break of her own. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise her if the simple word wasn’t even able to process through the other’s mind.

Thankfully, or at least in this case it was good, Tabitha hadn’t exactly taped the box shut too securely. Nothing had escaped the container, seeing that her mother hadn’t begun a rant about her slight laziness or at least as far as she currently knew. Opening up the box she had brought upstairs with her, Tabitha shuffled through its contents. Surprise, surprise—most of it was useless junk she could have trashed or disposed of in some other way. As soon as her eyes landed on the beat up teddy bear, she knew she wanted to blush in embarrassment from still owning such an item. Still, the thing had been around since she was five, at the least. It was the only thing in the box that wasn’t junk, besides the pictures she kept—most of them were taken before her parents had gone their separate ways in life. After some of the senseless pictures she had from her experiences in sixth grade, her father just seemed to disappear from them all. Tabitha knew it was going to happen, seeing that she was only able to see him during winter and summer break now, thanks to him moving out-of-state after the divorce.

Tabitha laid down on the floor, after pushing what she had taken out of the box out of her way. So, maybe going through some of her old things hadn’t been as great as a plan as it had started out to be. Still, she wasn’t expecting to have to think about how her relationship with both of her parents had been suffering ever since their divorce. Thankfully, her mother hadn’t called for her or come up to complain about her supposed slacking off. For once since this train wreck, maybe she could have some time to just think and try to push the thoughts about everything else out of her mind.

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