But I'm A Time Travelling Cheerleader!

Chapter 3: She's Bald! She's Bald and She's Torturing People Who Have Hair!!

The gaggle of whities (and off whities she supposed? Can you still be white if you're a demon? Does that make you a seprate race?) Lucas Shaw had introduced her to that morning seemed to have taken a shine to Tallulah because they all very enthusicastically offered to walk her to her homeroom. Tallulah wasn't mad about it, she didn't know the way anyway but, it felt weird to be the main character all of a sudden after lifetimes spent on the sideline. Even in the before, when she was just Tallulah Morphy and not- everything else, she hadn't had a lot of friends. Her parents death hung over her like a guillotines blade her entire life and she'd had fuck all time to think about anything else besides it. It was fine in the end because she'd gotten the answers she wanted and saved her mums even if only for a little. But it had been lonely. All those years running away from oncoming traffic while racing to catch up with that bus. 

She wondered where that left her now because she definetly wasn't running anymore. Her dad would have said 'like mother like daughter' to that, which was stupid because she wasn't anything like Celly Morphy past the obvious familial resemblance and even then she looked more like 亲爱的老爸爸. She wondered if that was why this Tallulah had gone blonde.

"You'll like our homeroom teacher," GArroth inisted as she swung open the heavy wooden door, "He's a real angel."

This wasn't a teen drama, this was a fucking comedy. A shit stupid comedy and she was the main character. Tallulah sucked in a sharp breath as her new homeroom teacher rose to greet her.

"Hello dear, you must be Tallulah. We're awfully excited to have you here with us in 2B" Said Aziraphale from Prime Video hit Good Omens with a gentle smile. A real fucking shit balls romcom. "Now," The fictional angel character continued as he pressed a sheet of paper into Tallulah's chest, "Here is a copy of your schedule my dear girl and I think we shall put you in the desk between Mr Libidine and Mr Malkhma. Does that sound acceptable?"

"Well it's going to have to be isn't it?" Tallulah grumbled as she slumped into her new seat.

There had to be a point to this, surely. As much of a fucking gigglefest as it was to sit and play wattpadd when she was meant to be exploding like a christmas turkey in a pressure cooker or whatever it was happened when you fucking irradicated yourself out of existence a la operation holocaust, all this shit had to have a reason. And if not a reason then a source would be nice. She'd never admit it out loud but Tallulah was still a bit of an amatuer when it came to time and space and the mulitverse or universe or whichever it was. She did know that there was not a natural power in all the worlds that would let this happen on its own so, someone or something had to have done something.

"Any idea's?" She asked.

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"No? Okay, well you could've just said so you don't have to give me the silent treatment."

All of a sudden a thought occured to Tallulah that had her leaning toward Ambrose to whisper in his ear. "So, weird question."

"I doubt it lovey." he whispred back.

"What? Anyway, we don't have like- a faculty member called Anthony or Crowley or something, do we?"

Ambrose tipped his head and blinked his pretty violet eyes at Tallulah. He was really hard to look at. He just had one of those faces that made you all drippy and greasy and wet or whatever which, according to popular rumour made him a rapist by default but, thinking about it, that logic probably made Tallulah a rapist to considering she herself was quite pretty now. Oh well, rapist is just another on a long looooooong list of shit she's getting bumfucked with now.