Bea Delaine
Sugary Sweet Sadist
In a large campus boarding school youve just entered, its immediately hard to fit in. Classes are huge. People look past you without a blink of an eye as you are shoved trying to get from place to place. And the dorms are nice but cold and alone.. not home, to clarify. The campus itself is gorgeous, but too perfect to touch almost and the school work is entirely advanced.
What is one to do?
You are wondering through campus for one reason or another when you come upon a kitschy and underrated flier for a swim club. Seeming to be written by another student, examining the over enthusiastic hand writing and ideals to enter regional and state meets, you decide its worth further examination. The first person you feel isnt ice cold should be the writer of the note, judging by the unusually friendly scribe and language.
The pool is recently cleaned, but the room is dusty and surely long abandoned. The stalls are dirty and covered with a layer of visible negligence. Who on earth would invite people to the pool in such a condition? A thought enters your mind.
"With some.. no. A lot of work.. i could make this happen."
Welcome to the club!
