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i apologise if the ending isnt as good as the beginning of this, but it seems Romeo's tale is swiftly coming to an end
i dont have any ideas for more parts for this after the next few, but if there are any requests, im open
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To anyone, it was another normal day. The weather was calm, clouds floating serenely against the gentle blue. The sun sometimes peeking out in it's friendly demeanour.
Students sat in classrooms, focused on their teachers droning on about math, English or science.
People worked, walked, drove around town or sat down to eat, chattering with friends like it was any other day.
To Anya, who was currently sprinting down the hallways, her long, black hair whipping behind her, it wasn't a normal day. Romeo hadn't replied to her texts and when she burst into his secluded area in the library, she paled seeing all of his stuff left behind; but Romeo nowhere in sight.
Her shoes slammed against the glossy wooden floor, a rare glimpse of a teacher was immediately forgotten as she whizzed on by, ignoring their demands to slow down.
She only stopped when she found a particular classroom, the door was orange, the plaque had since fallen off, but it once read 'G2.3'.
She slammed open the door, it whacked off the wall covered in student's art.
Everyone silenced, the teacher snapped around, jaw slack in surprise. Then her eyes turned icy.
"Anya-!"
"Not right now" she practically growled, scanning the row of pupils until finding Moreau.
He was situated towards the back, surrounded by his football friends. He cocked his head, eyebrows furrowed in concern. She cursed. Has no one read the fucking news? she thought to herself angrily.
"Moreau, get over here" she said in a tone brooking no argument. Instantly Moreau stood up, as if she had the authority of the damn principle, hurrying towards her.
"Anya-" the teacher tried again, she threw her a glare.
"Check the fucking news. I don't care what you have to say, this is a fucking emergency" she cursed like a sailor, dragging Moreau out of the room and yanking shut the door. She could see through the slightly yellowed window students whipping out their phones, gasping at the headlines. Some laughed, some looked genuinely worried. The teacher did her best to control the sudden ruckus.
"What's going on?" Moreau panicked.
Anya crossed her arms, "Moreau, right now, I don't give a shit about how you feel or anything you might have to say about this" she started off, chin jutted out sternly. "But you have to drop your fucking mother. I don't care if you 'still love her'" she emphases slightly mockingly, "she doesn't love you. And you're an idiot for thinking you might get somewhere with her. Because of her, your boyfriend's life has been destroyed, and I swear to god-" she said, voice dropping an octave. "If you still give a single fuck about that woman after what she did to him, I'll never let you see him again" she threatened passionately, a fire burning in her eyes.
Moreau was frozen, his lips parted around an unspoken word. He didn't know what to say; but he knew what to do. Taking out his phone he checked the news, although he supposed he already knew, to see headlines upon headlines broadcasted to the thousands.
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