idiot
𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥.
gian su-yun.
A small smile fell upon her face at Wes' compliments despite what they found in the drawer - it was worth it to hear that.
Her gloved hand picked up the square paper from her shoulder, the dull pink taunting her. Not because it represented detention - that was too literal, even for Jefferson - but because it represented a challenge...a puzzle.
Game on, Jefferson.
Gian thought back to what he said, her mind attempting to piece together the jigsaw.
Louis' shoes squeaked by her side, steps furiously stomping towards someone. More squeaks followed, both Wes and Louis were no longer by her side.
Ignoring the puzzle for now, she gingerly dropped the pink slip. Gian forced herself back to her feet with the help of Jefferson's desk. What now?
Gian surmised what had happened based on Anastasia's face cracking as Alex's bare hand released her wrist. His powers always fascinated her. She sometimes wondered if he could make her see her mother, back when she was full of life and make her arms wrap around Gian.
Edith, Wes and Louis all stood in front of Alex, the noble protectors of princess Anastasia. Gian couldn't ignore the pang of envy at the trio standing up for her without any hesitation. Would they do the same for me? Gian let that thought get swallowed up as she listened to Louis' harsh words directed at Alex.
Alex was at the mercy of his classmates it seemed. Gian remained at the desk, observing the situation. Wes followed with equally harsh words and Gian was happy that it wasn't her in the hot seat.
As the raised voices subsided, the wispy Edith turned towards her. In so many ways, Edith was the complete opposite to her. Namely her powers, Edith gave life to anything she touched while Gian caused nothing but death. She wondered if her parents praised her? If that was the case...then why was she here and not at home with her picturesque family? Maybe we are more alike than I originally thought...
Edith observed Gian's handiwork and all Gian could do was stand there as though being graded. Her jaw clenched as Edith visibly shuddered. Interesting.
Eventually Edith stood and offered further praise which made a semblance of colour fill the decaying teen's face.
"Oh, uh...thanks," Gian shrugged nonchalantly, "it was nothing really and its better than nothing I guess."
Gian's eyes flicked back to the pink slip as she listened to both Edith's and Anastasia's theories. They both presented extra information for Gian to process, as though offering her new jigsaw pieces to fit into the puzzle.
Yet, she was unsure if it was the pessimist inside of her or if she was right, as she opened her mouth.
"Or we fell into Jefferson's trap and did exactly what he expected of us," Gian's voice had become a little clearer and not as though she was about to croak, "we failed. The entire class was about control and we did the complete opposite...we couldn't even control ourselves when left alone for more than five minutes. Whatever Jefferson thought we weren't ready for...we proved exactly that."
Her gloved hand picked up the square paper from her shoulder, the dull pink taunting her. Not because it represented detention - that was too literal, even for Jefferson - but because it represented a challenge...a puzzle.
Game on, Jefferson.
Gian thought back to what he said, her mind attempting to piece together the jigsaw.
Louis' shoes squeaked by her side, steps furiously stomping towards someone. More squeaks followed, both Wes and Louis were no longer by her side.
Ignoring the puzzle for now, she gingerly dropped the pink slip. Gian forced herself back to her feet with the help of Jefferson's desk. What now?
Gian surmised what had happened based on Anastasia's face cracking as Alex's bare hand released her wrist. His powers always fascinated her. She sometimes wondered if he could make her see her mother, back when she was full of life and make her arms wrap around Gian.
Edith, Wes and Louis all stood in front of Alex, the noble protectors of princess Anastasia. Gian couldn't ignore the pang of envy at the trio standing up for her without any hesitation. Would they do the same for me? Gian let that thought get swallowed up as she listened to Louis' harsh words directed at Alex.
Alex was at the mercy of his classmates it seemed. Gian remained at the desk, observing the situation. Wes followed with equally harsh words and Gian was happy that it wasn't her in the hot seat.
As the raised voices subsided, the wispy Edith turned towards her. In so many ways, Edith was the complete opposite to her. Namely her powers, Edith gave life to anything she touched while Gian caused nothing but death. She wondered if her parents praised her? If that was the case...then why was she here and not at home with her picturesque family? Maybe we are more alike than I originally thought...
Edith observed Gian's handiwork and all Gian could do was stand there as though being graded. Her jaw clenched as Edith visibly shuddered. Interesting.
Eventually Edith stood and offered further praise which made a semblance of colour fill the decaying teen's face.
"Oh, uh...thanks," Gian shrugged nonchalantly, "it was nothing really and its better than nothing I guess."
Gian's eyes flicked back to the pink slip as she listened to both Edith's and Anastasia's theories. They both presented extra information for Gian to process, as though offering her new jigsaw pieces to fit into the puzzle.
Yet, she was unsure if it was the pessimist inside of her or if she was right, as she opened her mouth.
"Or we fell into Jefferson's trap and did exactly what he expected of us," Gian's voice had become a little clearer and not as though she was about to croak, "we failed. The entire class was about control and we did the complete opposite...we couldn't even control ourselves when left alone for more than five minutes. Whatever Jefferson thought we weren't ready for...we proved exactly that."
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