Blanche walked slowly, one hand holding a tray full of barely any food. She walked to the table she decided she'd sit in, but paused and turned when hearing her name over and over.
"Such noise..."
A table with mostly girls waving at her, requesting for her to sit with them.
Blanche declined.
But the reason she did, wasn't because she already chose her seat, but that she always did.
She loved letting people down and torture,
it was in her blood.
Even if the rest of her family was a completely normal one.
She was the odd one out, but in her own ways, Blanche fit in.
With force.
No one always had to be a Good Girl, no one always had to say the right lines.
"This is real life."
Blanche would say,
"You make up your own lines,"
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AdventureShe was told never to date boys with tattooed backs. She was told to never talk with boys who smoked. She was told to never be around boys, period. And she always knew better. But, she didn't like playing Good Girl all the time. Never talking back w...
