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Chapter 1
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“WAKE UP.”
A slam echoed throughout the room; then followed shortly after, a person jolted up.
Her rushed movements cause the chair to fall back and the desk to push forward. Not only did this alarm the classroom but the woman who was, before standing in front of the desk, has now fallen to the ground.
The woman on the floor clears her throat. She gets back on her feet to look down at her student.
“Caitlyn. This is the third time this week.” she pauses to fix her glasses then starts again.
“I don't know why you bother to even show up if you're going to sleep through all of my lectures!”
I stay silent. Ms. Barlowe always finds herself scolding a student every hour. I just so happen to be her favorite. Ms. Barlowe is a very neat woman, stern but clean. Her legs are always hidden behind a loose skirt that stops just before her ankles. Below that you'd find her signature green boots. You'd think a teacher would be smart enough to know tacky colors shouldnt be worn on your feet, especially when the rest of her outfit is just boring grey colors. Her head is cleanly shaved and if you got close enough you would be able to witness the smell of a coffee bean brew lingering.
I'm not one to sleep in class- or to sleep ever in school grounds. This week.. No, this month. It has been progressively getting harder to bear. This problem is so bad the cost of this new.. Obsession? That mostly would be the correct word for this one sided interaction. No rest could be gained from this growing problem..
There was this new account I stumbled on the internet earlier in the month. It's embarrassing to actually admit how I was in one of those moods. You know what I'm talking about. So there the blue hair girl sat, back pressed against her headboard, lights dimmed and phone on incognito. She let out a shaky breath knowingly ashamed for what she was doing. After a pause, a feminine voice broke the silence and she closed her eyes, picturing the pink haired roommate just on the other side of the room. She bit her lip as her hand slipped below her sweatpants-..
-And that's where it all started, Caittyn Kiraman shamlessley gets off to her roommate.
Every night it was the same, things getting worse over night. She watched Mrs Barlow return to the lecture walking back to the desk. Without realizing her eyes began to wander around the room then finally stopping to a girl sitting beside the window.
Violet.
She wore a loose dark red jacket that stopped at the top of her thighs. Below the girl wore dark tacky sweat pants in a darkish grey- close to black color. Caitlyn watched as her fingers wrapped around the pencil, fondling it in her hands; her muscles tensing with each movement.
Her gaze shifted back up to her face. Her powder blue eyes scanned outside the window, oblivious to the girl watching her. You can tell her mind was somewhere else. Her brows were furrowed together. Caitlyn giggled quietly, creepily, she's been watching violet for a while- analyzing her. This was Violet's thinking face. She’d wonder if she could ever occupy her mind or one day be the cause of the admirable face she's making now. Now two girls were lost in thought and as Caitlyn let her mind wander her hand dropped down, knocking her pencil to the ground.