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I bolt towards the direction she left. I catch up to her a grasp her wrist, making her whimper. I push her into the janitor's closet.


"The janitor's closet, you could've done better." she rolls her eyes.

"Keep rolling your eyes, you might find a brain back there." I spat.

"Sure will." she smiles.

"Why are you here." I get to the point.

"Going to school, like you." she says innocently.

"Very funny." I chuckle.

"I'm not laughing." she says bluntly.

"Just leave." I demand her.

"Do you know who I am." she runs up to me, pushing me to the wall, grasping my neck. TIghtening her hold every second.

"N-No." I force out.

"I am 1,128 years old. Don't mess with me." she lets go of me, walking out the door and slamming it behind her.


Is she? No, she can't be.

She's an original.




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