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(c/n)= code name
(f/c)= favorite color
(e/c)= eye color
(h/c)= hair color
I remember like it was yesterday. The day Black Sheep and I met. I had just escaped an orphanage, and I wandered around, realizing I had nowhere to go. Just then, I saw a girl with short dark hair, which had been tied up in pigtails. She was kicking a small red ball around. I approached her.
"H- hello?" I stuttered out.
"Erm.. Hi! Can I help you?" She asked.
"Um.. Yes..? I was wondering, do you know where the nearest-" I was cut off by a voice.
"Black Sheep!! Blaaaack Sheeeep!! Where are you?" The voice called out.
A woman with many muscles and a green jacket stepped up to the area we were standing.
"There you are! We've been looking all over for you!" The woman cried out. Then, she looked at me. "Friend of yours, Black Sheep?" She reached out to shake my hand. My small hand was like a marble compared to her big hand. "Coach Brunt" she said.
"Y/n" I said, trying to hide the fear in my voice. That woman could probably crush me like a soda can.
"Come now, Black Sheep, you need to eat." Said Coach Brunt "Maybe your friend could join us one day.".
As they walked off, I wondered about her name. Black Sheep? Very peculiar. I looked around. There was no-one else around. After about 10 minutes, I saw her come back.
" Hello again! What was it that you needed?" She asked.
"Uh.." I replied. "Nevermind I found it!" I didn't want to bother her.
"Right... As you probably know, I'm Black Sheep. You're y/n right? It's nice to meet you. Where did you come from?"
"Orphanage." I said casually, as if a runaway orphan was something you saw every day.
"Orphanage? Why are you all the way over here then? That's far away." She said.
"I escaped. Picked the lock."
"Woah! You know how to lock pick? That's so cool! The only thing I know is how to pick pockets!"
"You know how to pick pockets?" I wanted to try that! "Let's make a deal, if you teach me how to pick pockets, I will teach you lock picking."
"Deal!" She said excitedly.
Since that day, we have been best friends. Hanging out in the hallways of vile, stealing soap bars from The Cleaners and using them to slip around, throwing water balloons at V.I.L.E.S bookkeeper. We caused mayhem, and we loved it.
A few years later, we realized that things were getting boring. We wanted to be actual students at vile. We were ready to start our journey. Of course there was one problem. We were both two years underage. We couldn't wait that long. We had to state our case. And so we went to talk to the faculty.
