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French was last lesson. Of course this was self explanatory, a droning lesson all the same. But today as Beverly entered the class, Tristan wasn't there. Usually his laughter and noise filled the room. But today he wasn't here.

Two lessons in a row, Science and French the chairs that sat under the tables were empty. Abandoned by unfaithful events, what did Beverly really expect? They weren't chained to her with a metal weight. They weren't legally bound to her, Beverly expected too much from people who barely knew her. Sitting in the chair, she slumped but Miss Diaz was replaced by a substitute. A lesson of filling in the blanks and staring at people whispering. Occasionally she bothered Logan who usually turned around to talk to Juliette. Logan's face lit up with laughter as Juliette showed her error in her work. They giggled as Martin stood up his eyes squinting at the dictionaries on the shelf. Beverly watched him as his eyes glanced all over the shelf until he finally found the book. He picked it up and sat down.

"Ok, silence. Test on Monday. Revise..."The teacher screeched her accent making the class try to contain their laughter. Beverly exhaled deeply and glanced at the clock, 2:45. 15 minutes of valuable time being wasted on pointless revision. Beverly cared about French, mostly because she had chosen it but she loved Spanish too. The ability to speak another language gave her the chance to understand what others were saying. She spoke other languages already but her constant practice of them diminished, she spoke them imperfectly. Broken, bilingual girl.

Once the lesson was over, Beverly walked through the glass corridor as usual. Liberty joined her again. A group of older children were situated by the pond on the side. Messy and pointless, long weeds of grass and plants lived in there. The council car was parked on the grass, a man appeared admiring his work. The grass was mown freshly and the hedges trimmed. This allowed the sun to shine completely, so that its radiance could filter to the darkness that surrounded the school. A thought so tranquil and elegant contrasted the children as they held cheap cigarettes in their hands. Alight they dragged in the fumes and puffed out wide clouds of smoke. Happened to be so that Beverly had managed to inhale this, intoxicating fumes. This obviously mixed with the other "cigarettes" they had. The girls stood, wearing their sunglasses and short skirts ; for once the sun had come out, and maybe Beverly had forgotten is that she is not the only one who noticed. They were at a distance far ahead as Beverly skipped on the tree stumps lodged into the mud. The traffic lights were crowded with a sea of blue jumpers and some strangers. Green man walked and so did she. Treading on the mowed grass her footprints embedded into the mud, as daises squirmed under the pressure of her jogging footsteps. She rushed and appeared into the secret passage she used, the trees drooped over the homes that were underneath. The grass was long and crinkled orange, brown leaves littered the floor. Rubbish everywhere, the odd expired plastic bottle or paper bag wasn't uncommon. It was hard to believe anyone lived here. It was neglected, and Beverly never saw anyone enter or exit it.

When Beverly returned home she had a small amount of homework to do but as the week moved on she knew she would just do it on the weekend. She tried to read but instead she listened to some music and watched YouTube videos. She then decide that she would go through tumblr. A bad mistake as all social medias had their darkness. Opening her laptop screen, she tapped the silver mousepad. It activated the screen and she typed in her username also her password. Scrolling nothing really new happened, zero notifications, zero likes and zero re-shares. "Doesn't matter" she laughed quietly but she saw a post that made her frown.

Personality test:
Test your personality, it may reveal the deepest secrets or more about yourself. Try now introvert or extrovert.
-Ananyax

She had met Ananya at a summer camp she went to for Science. She remembered her conversation about personalities. In fact, Beverly knew everything about herself. She was stubborn, annoying, boring and quite determined. Beverly had always done those awkward magazine quizzes which decided "whether you will cringe in front of your crush or meet your favourite celebrity". She knew how stupid they were and didn't know why she wasted time on them. But she had time to kill.

Beverly clicked on the link and a simplistic website came up but she noticed how popular it was. "10million users" she gasped but she read through the article the screen reflecting it's light into her eyes. She started the quiz, it was very basic but then asked personal opinions. Beverly clicked as if her life depended on it. Amethyst walked in. "Want to watch tv?"she asked as she looked at Beverly's screen. "No thanks. Dothing something" she replied, Amethyst left the room a puzzled look framed on her face. Beverly continued.

Introvert or extrovert?
She allowed the thought to submerge into her mind as her fingers hovered above the mouse pad. Introvert, stereotypically quiet, kind caring.... Extrovert bold, outgoing and optimistic....
Clicking onto the mousepad her heart hammered against her ribcage. Shaking fingers, her mind became a obstacle, winding and heavy. This didn't matter but she seemed to pick up every detail, hang onto every word, emotion and action. This time spent questioning her personality and identity submerged her into society. This decided who she was friends with, who she was. How everyone saw her..."

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