automatic fail. [open]

[amelia stacey hale]

watch out girl, those bruises are overtaking you

Mia quickly slammed shut the door to her gym locker as she heard the warning whistle from one of the coaches outside. They only gave everyone five minutes to change into gym clothes before they were counted late and, to some girls, that was unfair. But really, who needed half and hour to look pretty for gym? Mia shook her head as she saw a pair of Preps hurriedly trying to finish getting ready and headed out of the locker room. She passed a familiar face on her way out, but the other girl was already walking away somewhere. She shrugged, figuring she could talk later, depending on what activity they were doing.

As everyone got into their designated spots on the floor, Mia looked around the Gym, trying to get a clue as to what they were doing. She frowned as she noticed that there were mats placed around the room and that there was a crate of different sized balls to the side. She really hoped they weren’t going to play what she thought they were. “Alright class! We’ve decided that today will be dodge ball day!” As the girls’ coach announced the activity, there was groan from both boys and girls alike. Dodge ball games at Bellview were known to be rather…intense and everyone, besides Jocks and people with anger issues, dreaded the day the coaches announced it.

Mia brought a hand to her face, wondering if it’d still be intact after PE. “Is there a problem Miss Hale?” The Freshman nearly jumped a foot in the air as she heard one of the coaches near her. She quickly shook her head and followed their pointing finger to where everyone was already separating into teams. She easily found her team and stood next to one of her teammates, not quite sure who they were. They were from the other class. “Oh God, just strike me down now,” she muttered as she saw one of the largest kids in their grade, a typical Jock, point their finger at her, obviously signaling that she was their intended target.

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[grace cassadee mathews]

Princess, why you so contagious?

Grace was running late to class, as usual. She wasn't quite used to the high school yet. There was something about city schools that were more confusing than the regular suburban high schools she was used to. Tennessee was definitely New York's polar opposite. Gym class- that was where she was supposed to be. Grace looked down at her schedule, wondering where on earth the locker rooms were- or rather, where in Bellview.
She could ask one of the many students hanging out in the halls- but something about them made her feel shy. Most of them seemed a lot tougher than she was. Grace turned down another hallway she hadn't noticed. Luck was on her side today- a door was labeled "Girl's Locker Room". She quickly opened the door and stepped inside. It smelled like sweat- like people. She wrinkled her nose, quickly ducking behind one set of lockers to get changed- she hated getting dressed out in the open. The locker room had already emptied out- everyone was probably in the gym by now. She pulled out a pair of black shorts and plain white T shirt from her bag- she didn't have a locker yet.
It only took Grace a few minutes to get dressed and to pull her sneakers on. She found the door that led to the gym and opened it, stepping into the larger room. It was filled with unfamiliar boys and girls. Oh, great. Grace bit her lip as she heard the coach announce that they would be playing dodge ball. Dodge ball was one of the worst sports ever invented. Grace ironically had no coordination and was naturally terrible at most sports. Especially sports that involved dodging flying objects. She wandered toward the groups of people, smiling when she heard a girl, "Oh God, just strike me down now".
Grace approached the girl, almost shyly, though she wasn't the shy type at all. The other girl was pretty. She looked slighty younger than Grace, maybe a freshman.
"Please say that we aren't really playing dodgeball? He slight Tennessee accent had a hint of laughter to it. Grace loathed dodgeball as much as the next teenaged girl.

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word count: 364!
notes: first thread- yay!

[amelia stacey hale]

watch out girl, those bruises are overtaking you

Mia raised an eyebrow as she saw a red headed girl come closer to her. She didn’t recognize her, actually she seemed pretty new. Mia thought she would be able to recognize a girl with such flaming hair. She was surprised at the girls accent, it wasn’t New York, which was odd to her. It wasn’t even Jersey, it sounded more…southern. From where, she really didn’t know, she wasn’t that familiar with southern accents. “Well, we are,” she confirmed, knowing how the other girl felt. They would only really play dodge ball because the coaches were too lazy to get anything else set up.

“Not a lot of people are good at it, but when everyone gets out and all that’s left are the Jocks and stuff, it’s really entertaining to watch,” she added after a moment. It was true, two-thirds of the class would get out and just watch as the really good players slowly eliminated each other. She looked the red head up and down, noting the plain black shorts and white shirt. She obviously wasn’t a Prep or nothing like that and Mia liked that. A lot. “So, I’m Amelia, but call me Mia,” she introduced herself. “What’s yours?” she asked, being her normally friendly self.

“If we’re gonna be teammates, we should know what to call each other, right?” she added as she waited for the other girl to talk. She didn’t know if she was being shy because she was or because she was either new to the class or school. Mia was thinking the school since the girl didn’t look too much older than her and she basically everyone in the school. It was just one of the perks of having a brother who was an upperclassmen. She always tried to be friendly to new students. Even though she didn’t know what it was like being new, she was a Freshman and she realized that it was way better being overly friendly than being not friendly enough. If she’d been a new student, she’d want someone to talk to her and help her out too.

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[grace cassadee mathews]

Princess, why you so contagious?

"Well, we are," Grace made a little face, wrinkling her nose. She hated the idea of being pelted by dodgeballs. She also wasn’t very comfortable wearing shorts around the unfamiliar boys and girls. The fact that people could see her bare legs made Grace feel completely uncomfortable and out of place.
"Not a lot of people are good at it, but when everyone gets out and all that’s left are the Jocks and stuff, it’s really entertaining to watch."
Grace smiled. Maybe dodgeball wouldn't be too bad. Her hazel scanned the gym, looking at some of the vengeful looking Jocks and the groups of giggling, preppy girls. Grace found it strange, how people separated into little groups like that. It looked like a bunch of horses breaking up into herds. Her attention turned back to the other girl when she introduced herself. Grace smiled. Mia, what a nice name.
"I'm Grace...and you can call me Grace." She grinned, the little gap between her front teeth showing. She considered holding her hand out for the other girl to shake, but decided against it. Maybe New Yorkers didn't shake hands. She wasn’t exactly sure how New Yorkers did anything.
"If we’re gonna be teammates, we should know what to call each other, right?"
Grace nodded, scuffing one sneaker against the shiny gym floor, crossing her arms and looking around. Were all of the girls in school this nice? She doubted it. Mia was the first person to talk to her all day. She couldn't help but hope that they could be friends. She needed a good friend, badly. Being alone wasn't something that Grace excelled at. She was new to the high school, she was new to the city, even new to the state. Not to mention that Grace had never attended a big public school like Bellview.
"It's really nice to meet you, Mia." She added with a shy smile. The other girl would have no idea how much their little conversation meant to her.

status: complete!
tag: Mia!
word count: 334!
notes: current muse: If You're Gone, Matchbox 20 xD

[amelia stacey hale]

watch out girl, those bruises are overtaking you

Mia grinned as she saw the gap in Grace’s teeth. It was cute. It gave the redheaded girl a slightly innocent look that was hard to come across in New York. Most people had seen or heard about too much bad stuff to have any innocence left in them. It was both a good thing and a bad thing. “Ha, it’s nice to meet you too Grace,” she said. Before Mia could say anything else though, there was a loud whistle, making her, and the people around them, jump a little. “Alright, get into your positions!” One of the coaches, who Mia supposed was going to be in charge of their team, shouted and directed everyone to their respective places.

“Come on, let’s find a spot that’ll get us the least amount of damage,” she said, automatically snatching up Grace’s hand and dragging her farther down their side of their court. She realized that the two had missed the team strategy because they were talking, but really didn’t care. They wouldn’t be able to help anyway. She may not know much about Grace, but her reaction to dodge ball probably meant she didn’t enjoy the game that much either. Mia looked around, noting that they had placed their fastest runners at the front so they would be able to get the balls and there were good catchers right behind them, probably for cover.

“So, you think we have a chance of staying in longer than ten seconds?” she asked Grace as she zipped up her blue hoodie up halfway, not wanting to have to deal with the flapping sides as she darted across the floor. “Because, we might actually have a shot. We got most of the good players on our side,” she added, scoping out the other side. She might not be so into this game, but she didn’t like to lose either and it looks like they wouldn’t. They not only had most of the older students, but the most agile ones too, which would mean it’ll take longer to get them all out.

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[grace cassadee mathews]

Princess, why you so contagious?

Ha, it’s nice to meet you too Grace,
Grace grinned again. She didn't know if Mia was saying for the sake of being polite or because she genuinely meant it. It didn't really matter- someone was being nice to her. She couldn't ask for anything else. Grace jumped when she heard the whistle.
Positions? What was the coach talking about? Were there positions in dodgeball? Grace had played dodgeball no more than three times in her life. In an instant Mia had grabbed her hand and dragged her into position. She didn't mind at all. Being a spot where she would be pelted the least wouldn't be bad at all. Grace noted the line of people ready to start dodging and throwing balls at each other. She smiled to herself- it was a game of war.
"So, you think we have a chance of staying in longer than ten seconds? Because, we might actually have a shot. We got most of the good players on our side."
Grace shifted her weight from foot to foot, "I don't know about you, but I can bet that I'll be out within ten seconds." She grinned at Mia again, "Unless my hand-eye coordination is better than I think it is..."
Grace put her hands on her hips, waiting for the coach to blow the whistle again, and for the game to start. She was already getting antsy waiting for it to start. She looked down at her bare legs, feeling naucious. Why hadn't she brought sweatpants instead of shorts? Grace clenched her shirt in her already sweaty hands and glanced at the clock, already wanting the class to be over.
She glanced over at Mia. The other girl probably thought she was weird. In truth, Grace was a bit different, not necessarily weird, but different. Most people from a small Tennessee town would probably be considered weird in New York anyway.
Grace was already feeling dizzy. Why did gym have to be coed? There were too many boys around, too see her in her shorts. Too many boys that were bigger and stronger than her.
"I don't feel too good..." Grace mumbled. She wasn't sure if Mia could even hear what she had said. It probably didn't matter. What could she do, skip gym?

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tag: Mia!
word count: 388!
notes: nothing to say...

[amelia stacey hale]

watch out girl, those bruises are overtaking you

Mia turned, feeling someone staring at her, and chuckled when she realized it was just Grace. She gave a small wave, her eyes noticing how the other girl was nervously wringing her shirt between her hands. She wondered what was wrong. Had she done something to upset her? Mia sighed and turned her attention back to the game. The coach would blow the whistle soon, and she needed to be focus or she might get smacked in the face with a ball. Again.

As soon as the shrill whistle pierced through the gym, people were running. But there was only one thing Mia heard. She looked back over at Grace, frowning when she how pale the other girl looked. She looked faint, as if she would pass out at any moment and that was kind of scary. Mia quickly dodged a ball as she moved closer to Grace, taking the other girls arm. “Are you okay? You don’t look too good,” she said, bending a little so the shorter girl could hear her. From the corner of her eye, Mia saw the brought red ball that was making a bee-line straight for them. “Uh oh, watch out.” She didn’t even think before she pulled on the redhead, making them both get out of the ball's path.

Mia was tempted to just get out so she could get Grace to sit down. She knew the first time playing was always a bit nerve wracking, but she didn’t think it should be this much. “Come on, let’s go tell the Coach you’re not feeling well,” she said, trying to get Grace to follow her off the court. The last thing she wanted was to get beamed with a ball, and she figured Grace wouldn’t like it either if she was sick. The coaches weren’t usually keen on letting people get out of gym unless they had a valid excuse, but even they would be able to tell that the other girl wasn’t doing so well.

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[grace cassadee mathews]

Princess, why you so contagious?

When the whistle blew, Grace watched as the people ran for the dodgeballs. She was frozen in place. Her heart was racing. She knew the feeling all too well. It was a panic attack. Grace heard Mia ask if she was all right, but she couldn't even shake her head in response. She was paralyzed.
She felt Mia's hand on her arm, and was pulled out of the path of a flying dodgeball. She could feel people looking at her. They would be wondering what was wrong, why she couldn't just play like everyone else. Grace nodded when Mia suggested that they go see the coach. She had ruined it. She had ruined her first chance at having a friend. Mia would think that she was a freak. Nobody knew about her anxiety disorder, about her panic attacks- about her fear of someone hurting her. If someone knew, well, Grace didn't want to find out what would happen. She always imagined the worst.
When they reached the coach, Grace managed to mumble feebly. The sentence hardly made it out of her mouth.
"I don't feel real good..."
The coach looked at Grace, sizing up the situation. Maybe it was the bright red hair contrasting against her skin, but Grace looked as white as a sheet. She got a nod from the coach and glancing at Mia, darted into the locker room. She wanted to be alone, so she couldn’t make a fool of herself. She knew that the other girl would be worried. Of course, they had only spoken for a few minutes, but Grace could see that she was one of those rare, genuinely nice people.
She ducked behind a row of lockers, sinking down to the ground. Grace buried her head in her hands. Her heart was still pounding away, though there was nothing to be afraid of. A little sob escaped her, and she quickly wiped a few tears away. How was she going to survive in a huge school like Bellview?

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tag: Mia!
word count: 335!
notes: panic attack! D:

[amelia stacey hale]

watch out girl, those bruises are overtaking you

Mia was partially glad that Grace seemed to be able to make it around as the two of them approached a coach. Even though the girl didn’t look too heavy, Mia doubted she’d be able to carry her anywhere. They’d have to get one of the bigger guys and she felt instant displeasure at the thought of anyone touching the red head. She bit her lip as the coach took a few moments before finally letting the other girl be dismissed. However, she was surprised when Grace just ran from the gym, not even saying anything to her. She looked around, confused, and wondered what to do. “Coach, can I go check on her?” Mia asked nervously, already twitching in preparation to run to the locker rooms. “Alright, make sure she’s okay,” the coach said before turning back to the game, yelling something to one of the students. Mia took off in the same direction, banging open the door to the girls’ locker room.

“Grace?” she called walking down a row of lockers. “You in here?” she asked, though she knew she was. She looked around, trying to spot the bright hair, but was coming up blank. “Please, I’m worried,” she threw in, hoping the older girl would show herself if she knew how worried Mia was. It was weird, even though they had just met, Mia already felt a strong connection to her and she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. She turned the corner where the last lockers were as well as the showers. Her eyes landed on a small figure: Grace. Her mind went a little blank, not really connecting the images before her. It was all so unusual. People didn’t get like this here. It wasn’t safe.

Mia jogged over to her when she heard a choked little sob come from her. She was obviously in distress and she hoped she’d be able to help her. “Grace! What’s wrong?” she asked, dropping to her knees next to the girl. She noticed her wet cheeks and felt her heart clench. She’d been crying. “Are you feeling good? Do you have to see the nurse?” she asked her quickly, her speech coming at a mile a minute, which happened occasionally. “Grace, please say something. You’re scaring me,” she begged, bringing a hand down on her shoulder, feeling it shake under her fingers.

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[grace cassadee mathews]

Princess, why you so contagious?

Grace heard the sound of the locker room door open and close. Then she heard Mia's voice. She had known that the younger girl would follow her. She wasn't sure why the other girl bothered looking for her at all. They hadn't said more than a few words to each other.
"Grace! What’s wrong?"
Grace swallowed hard, trying to hold back more tears. She couldn't explain to Mia. There was no way that she could tell her. Grace didn't trust anyone with knowing her weakness. But here she was, huddled on the locker room floor, crying. Mia would be able to see that she wasn't the strongest person. She was sure that she had already ruined her reputation. Grace had told herself all day that she had to be tough to survive at Bellview, and she was starting to realize that that might not be possible.
"Are you feeling good? Do you have to see the nurse?”
Grace didn't reply, staring at the tile floor while a few more tears slid silently down her face. Her makeup would be ruined by now. She'd have to walk through school the rest of the day feeling ugly. She hated the feeling- walking around without makeup was as bad as walking around naked. People could see the flaws.
"Grace, please say something. You’re scaring me,"
She felt the light touch on her shoulder and flinched. Grace quickly relaxed, reminding herself that it was only Mia. Someone that didn't seem like they'd hurt her.
"I'm fine," Grace lied, glancing at the other girl, her voice choked from crying. Her shoulders starting shaking more and she started to cry again, "Really, I'm fine..."
Anyone could see that she wasn't fine, Grace realized. She have to tell the truth, or at least a part of the truth, to Mia. She gulped again.
"Panic attack." She whispered, wanting to take the words back as soon as she spoke them. She wasn’t sure how Mia would react, so she simply buried her head in her hands.

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tag: Mia!
word count: 338!
notes: aw, poor Grace =[

[amelia stacey hale]

watch out girl, those bruises are overtaking you

Mia froze as Grace admitted to what had happened to her. What was happening still, she noted as she spotted the still present tears on the other girls face. She had never really been in this kind of situation so she was more than a little out of her comfort zone. She knew she had to do something to help the other girl. What? She didn’t quite know yet, but she was sure that she’d be able to figure it out. Hopefully. “Grace, you’re not fine,” she said, remembering the redhead’s earlier answer. Why would she lie? Maybe at her old school, people made fun of her for having panic attacks. Jerks.

“I…I’ve never really seen anyone have a panic attack before. Well, not in person,” she said. Mia only had the medical dramas depictions of panic attacks to go on, and she didn’t think they were a very reliable source. “It’s really scary, to be honest. I don’t know quite what to do,” she continued. “If…if there’s something I should do. Something that would make you feel better. Please, let me know,” she said. Grace still had her face hidden away in her hands and Mia sighed, quickly thinking of something. She removed her hand from the girls shoulder and brought both of her hands to her face, gently pushing it up.

She shook her head sadly, seeing how…well, panicky, the other girl looked. “Oh man. I think we need to get you to the nurse,” she muttered, more to herself than to Grace. She didn’t know what they did to treat panic attacks. Maybe they had medication or something. “You wanna see the nurse, Grace?” she asked her, trying to make eye contact with her. “I think that would be best. Maybe they could even call your mom or dad,” she added. She knew if she had had a panic attack at school, she would want her parents called. Or her older brother at the least. Her family was really close, and they were some of the only people she felt comfortable enough around to let her guard down. In a school like Bellview, keeping up a tough façade was something that everyone had to master, or they’d be eaten alive my a variety of different people.

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[grace cassadee mathews]

Princess, why you so contagious?

Grace took in a deep gulp of air when Mia noted that she wasn't fine. She should've expected that the other girl could see right through her lie. She wiped her tears away with one corner of her old T-shirt.
She listened to Mia explain that she had never seen a panic attack. Grace nodded. That wasn't uncommon. Most people never witnessed real panic attacks. There were the over-dramatic type that you only see on TV, but Grace had never cared for those kind of television shows.
Grace looked curiously at Mia when she asked if there was anything she could do to help. She felt strange. Nobody had ever asked her that before. She shook her head, feeling weak.
"I'll be fine."
She suggested maybe they go see the nurse, that her mom or dad could pick her up. Grace gulped, wiping away more tears with the back of her hand. She took another deep, shuddering breath. Thinking about her father brought back terrible memories- dangerous memories. She didn't want to have another breakdown in front of Mia, so she quickly pushed the memories to the back of her mind. They were still there, but Grace was trying her hardest not to think about them.
Grace forced herself to look Mia in the eyes, "My mom's living in Tennessee still...I live alone here..."
She frowned, looking down at the tile floor again. It wasn't easy to live in a crowded city when you had grown up in a small town. Grace found it a challenge to make it out of her apartment door every day, to face the world.
But she couldn't stay here, at Bellview, not now. If the other students saw how weak she could be, well, Grace didn't want to think about what could happen. The city was a dangerous place for the anxious sixteen year old. What had she been thinking, moving to New York by herself? She gulped again, looking at Mia.
"What am I going to do? I can't stay here...

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tag: Mia!
word count: 338!
notes: current muse: How to Save a Life, the Fray

[amelia stacey hale]

watch out girl, those bruises are overtaking you

Mia frowned after she heard that Grace was all by herself. What kind of mom let their daughter come alone to New York? Even her mom still had strict rules about her being out by herself and she was born and raised the Big Apple. She opened her mouth to speak of her opinion, when Grace continued talking. She sighed. The other girl seemed like she was going to give up and Mia couldn’t have that. “Yes you can. You can stay here,” she said and locked eyes with Grace, letting the girl see the sincerity in her statement. She had seen many people, natives and non-natives, leave the city for a different life. Too tired of being scared, of the noise, the crime, anything that they could think negative towards New York.

Mia wished people would see the good side to the large city. Culture and the arts, architecture and food, everything anyone could ever want. There was always some entertainment going on, whether it was a play or a concert in Madison Square Garden, this place was definitely worth the trouble. “Grace, you just need time to adjust, I think,” she said. “I mean, how long have you been here?” she asked her, unsure. “It couldn’t have been too long. From what I can remember, this is, like, my first time seeing you and school’s been in session for a little while now,” she added, smiling a little. She would think she’d remember seeing such vibrant hair here. Not to mention Grace probably would’ve gotten into a bit of trouble with people who’d pick on her because she was quiet.

She brought her hands down from Grace’s shoulders, folding them in her lap as she shifted, getting off her knees. “Ugh, I’m too old for that,” she grumbled, rubbing her leg since it had fallen asleep. She looked back at Grace, studying her. “Um, well, I know it might not mean much, but maybe you’d feel better if you…I don’t know, hung out with me,” she said biting her lip. “I mean, I could show you around, show you some good stuff,” she told her. “Or we could just hang out at my house. My parents wont mind or anything,” she added quickly. “It’s just, I think you need to find a reason to stay here, and what better reason than a friend?” Mia smiled at her hopefully. For some reason, she really wanted Grace to say yes.

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notes: so excited!

[grace cassadee mathews]

Princess, why you so contagious?

“Yes you can. You can stay here,”
Grace didn't really believe Mia until she caught the look in the other girl's eyes. She really did mean it. She knew when people were really being sincere, and Mia was sincere.
"Grace, you just need time to adjust, I think. I mean, how long have you been here? It couldn’t have been too long. From what I can remember, this is, like, my first time seeing you and school’s been in session for a little while now,”
Grace thought for a moment, "Two weeks, but I've only been here...at school...for three days."
Three days too long, in her opinion. Of course, most of Grace's time at the school had been spent in empty classrooms and bathrooms, just trying to stay out of the crowds. Mia would've never been able to see her before now. She had practically been in hiding.
She wasn't quite sure how much time it would take to 'adjust' to New York. It seemed like it would take an eternity. Grace wasn't used to anything about it yet. The traffic, the volume of people, the huge buildings. It was all completely novel to the redhead. The tallest building back in Franklin wasn't even half the size of a 'normal' building here, in New York.
“Um, well, I know it might not mean much, but maybe you’d feel better if you…I don’t know, hung out with me, I mean, I could show you around, show you some good stuff. Or we could just hang out at my house. My parents wont mind or anything. It’s just, I think you need to find a reason to stay here, and what better reason than a friend?"
Grace looked at Mia, her mouth slightly open, almost shocked. Had this girl just volunteered to be her friend. Grace couldn't believe it. Here she had thought that it would be impossible to make any friends at all, let alone a friend who was sweet and genuine.
"You mean that?" She asked quietly, "You have no idea how much that would mean to me..."
Mia really wouldn't have a clue how much it meant to Grace. She had never been a girl who could claim to have any real friends. She was always too quiet, too different. And now it looked like she'd finally have a friend, and in New York of all place.
Grace smiled gratefully at Mia, filled with a feeling that was something like comfort.

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tag: Mia!
word count: 413!
notes: Mia is such a perfect friend for Grace! I love this thread <3

[amelia stacey hale]

watch out girl, those bruises are overtaking you

Mia smiled at her, nodding. “Of course I do. I wouldn’t have said it if I hadn’t meant it,” she told her. “Like you said, you’ve only been here three days and it looks like they haven’t been too good,” she said. “I hope I can change that.” Mia hesitated for only a half a moment before leaning forward, wrapping her arms around Grace and hugging her. She had seen too many people lose themselves at this school. They couldn’t cope with the attitude, or the people, or just…everything really. She didn’t want that to happen to Grace. Not only because she really liked the other girl, but because she figured that the redhead had something to offer. Whether it be the school or the city, or even just her, she had a feeling that if she left, things wouldn’t really be the same in longer.

“Alright, I don’t think you want to go back out there, do you?” she questioned after she pulled away. Mia really didn’t feel like going back out and playing dodge ball, especially since there would probably only be a few people left on the floor. She looked around the locker room for a moment, searching for the clock. “And would you look at that, they’re going to send everyone back in here soon to change. Class ends in a few minutes,” she mentioned, grinning at Grace. Right on cue, the locker room doors were heard opening, along with chatter from the girls. “See? Come on, let’s go change,” she said, standing up form her position on the floor. Mia held her hand out for Grace, silently offering it to help her up.

“I have another class after this. What about you?” she asked her curiously. The schedules were a little weird at the school. Some people had less classes than other because they either didn’t need them or because their schedule was fine without it. In fact, a lot of seniors actually had half schedules because they managed to get enough credits in their first three years to not need a full one. She glanced tot eh side as she saw a group of girls enter down this row of lockers. They gave the two looks before they started whispering to one another. “Great. Gossip.” she muttered, rolling her eyes.

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word count: 386!
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notes: ha, i do too!