ACONITE ACADEMY (girlxgirlxgirl)

Chapter E; Blue jealousy

"Who's the attacker?"
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The night is cold. Why is it always cold and dark? Genevieve grumbles to herself as she limps back towards the orphanage.

the old building comes into view, with broken windows and no lights or warmth from the inside despite the fact that hundreds of kids are inside. Genevieve wipes the blood off her face with her bloody knuckles, at least her palms are soft. Dirt and dust clears up around her, a few stray cars zooming by, but other than that, there are no sounds or people around. She only limps about, alone and cold, heading towards the one place that she knows.

The doors of the orphanage are of course locked, but nobody really uses the doors. Instead of walking up to the main entrance, Genevieve takes a turn to the left as usual, against the windows where the kids are sleeping. Her room is there as well, with Mari and two other girls. She takes a steady grip around the water drain and drags herself upwards. It takes a lot of strength, but soon enough one of her feet can stand on one of the many loose bricks in the wall. Genevieve climbs upwards, not looking down as she passes the first floor and gets higher and higher. At first she was scared when she did this, but now no fears are left.

Genevieve makes it to the third floor. It's a huge drop down to the harsh pavement below, she'd probably die if she fell. Genevieve reaches out and takes a hold of a windowsill that leads to her room, knocking once, twice. Footsteps are heard from inside, and then the window is dragged open. It lets out a little squeak, Genevieve flinching before climbing inside with the help of her older friend. The coldness of the outside lets go a little once she gets inside, Mari closing the window as fast as she can to preserve the little warmth that they have. This was before they found the abandoned building, when they all had to suffer inside during the harsh winters.

"Where were you?"

Mari picks up a rusty and old first aid kit, dragging out a few bandages as she sees the blood on Genevieve. The younger girl doesn't answer, only sighing and stretching her sore limbs. Mari shakes her head, and so the room becomes silent for awhile. Water drips from the ceiling, the floorboards creak with the old building and whispers can be heard through the walls.

"Azzi, come get a bowl of water for us, we need to clear up her wounds"

A girl with blue hair and already tall body despite being the same age as Genevieve, stands up and goes to fetch some water. Genevieve glances in the direction of her roommate, the girl who likes to dance and doesn't really speak much. That's until Mari comes back next to her and forces her hand in her lap. Genevieve sighs as Mari inspects the wound, and wipes off some blood on her face.

"Did you get into a fight?"

The young Genevieve shrugs.

"Just a little, with some boys from my old neighborhood"

Mari doesn't question it, she never does. Their fourth roommate looks upon them in silence for awhile before talking. She has pitch black hair and eyes, a calm aura around her. She usually stays silent or caring for the even younger members, always trying to be perfect in every way. She doesn't drink with the others or smoke or do drugs, nor does she want to steal or fight. But that just means that she relies on the others doing that for her. In return, she takes care of the youngest members while the others do the dirty work. She has always been like that, Genevieve doesn't understand it, but she doesn't really care either. Apparently she came from a rich family that lost all their money before dying, it must have been some sort of mafia.