The Geranji Ships

Yuanace #2: Relief of a social circle

"Oh My God! Are you ok?" Graceful called out to Mithranee as her legs wobbled.

She had just witnessed Chandran a.k.a The Jailer picking on poor Mithranee. When both of them accidently bumped into one another, he obviously treated it like it was her fault.

Graceful attempted to intercept but found no voice. Additionally, Jailer's right hand, Kringe was blocking her pathway with his murderous eyes.

Just as Jailer sauntered away with his croonies, Graceful rushed towards Mithranee to help her immediatly. Mithranee was laid against the wall and was looking downwards with a gloomy expression.

She also remembered Jailer had whispered something in her ear before leaving.

She went over and gave a reassuring pat on her shoulder. However, she saw Mithranee looking down with a black face.

After a while, she looked right up, completely normal and took a deep breathe with her eyes closed.

Graceful's heart leaped. She was worried. What could he have said that had silenced Mithranee? Whatever it was, it surely hurt her fragile heart.

However, all Mithranee croaks out is, "Lets go and find R.J. She might be at the cafeteria."

Graceful, still speechless, nods and follows behind Mithranee, hoping she could have done and could do to make Mithranee smile again.

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The cafeteria was bustling with all types of cliques and animals. The Queen Bees were at a table right in the centre, hogging attention like they always do, with some Jock Boys peppered between.

Surrounding them like some sort of human barricade, Blind flies were adorned around the neighbouring tables, chatting about latest trends and gossiping about dispensable balderdash.

Inbetween these tables, like pockets of dross, were seated the Drama Queens. Wearing high class (and possibly fake) Chanel bags and Prada pumps, their ostentatious yet odious gravitas repulsed Graceful and she winced at their treatment of Blind Flies and Civilians walking nearby.

This was once again surronded by tables of Asylum Freaks and Jock Boys. All of them were flirting and playing with each other. In what way? Graceful didnt want to know.

The last lining of the tables, which has now stretched towards the dumpsters were filled with The Dangerous Geeks, who obviously have the better tables and the ones not too near anything revolting while the remaining tables filled with junk or dump were where the Civilians lie.

God, she hated lunch.

However, there was one table that struck out of the ordinary and Mithranee was leading her towards it.
Upon closer scrutenization, Graceful realized that the table was actually at a decent position in between Dangerous Geeks and Jock Boys. Over there resided 3 non-DG or JB people.

3 girls were seated and were animatedly talking to one another as they munch and chew on non-drama-queen food a.k.a the dreadful raw salad.
Mithranee suddenly stopped. As Graceful looked at her, she took a deep breath and looked towards the table.
"There they are." She announced.

As she arrived towards the tables, her fingers twitching nervously, she realized the same brunnette girl she was curious of was seated, in the same tank top and skater skirt. At a closer look, Graceful realized the girl had sharp and big deep brown eyes, she had curly-ish hair with bangs and an aura of a dominant female character.
Right beside her was another girl of a much taller height and paler skin. She had a much milder and submissive gravitas yet she could detect the darkness behind the face. Infront of them was another fiery girl. She also had an aggressive gravitas, but much sharper than the brunnette's ones. Her raven black hair was slicked into a high ponytail and she wore bright pink spectacles as well as a music note charm around her neck.