Xenia's Bestiary

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Loud chatter of student's echos off of the walls and ceiling surrounding them in the school. Students are lined up to get food, while others are already sitting and picking lightly at their lunch. In one particular area, at the far end of the cafeteria, pushed up against the wall, is a table. An ordinary table just like any other which seats a group of friends together in a circle. A girl, with golden-brown eyes which slowly look over the table, sits in silence while taking large bites out of her lunch.

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Panicked voices of students, rise over the clattering of of tables, chairs, and lunch trays. Many of the students are standing with their knees bent as they try to keep their balance. Some are crouched, and others take cover under tables. Lights start to flicker.

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The girl watches as her friends talk, zoning out their conversation. A hand with nails painted blue waves in front of her face. Her friend, with bright blue eyes, the color of her nails, speaks happily to her. The girl gives a soft smile while talking back, another voice of a friend is heard across from them. Her bright blue eyed friend then turns away from the girl to babble heatedly with the other.

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In a classroom with pencils, notebooks, and papers scattered about the room. With a few chairs and desks turned and fallen over. The shaking continues, causing objects to bounce lightly around the room. A pencil falls off the teacher's desk and lands near a hand with nails painted a bright blue.

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The girl stands up and picks up her tray. Without saying a word she walks towards the trash and throws her garbage away. She turns around as if she's about to head back to the table, though she only glances at the table before leaving the cafeteria.

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A bookshelf lays, fallen on the ground. Books are scattered around it, along with shards of glass. Blood slowly spreads underneath the fallen bookshelf. A girl lies underneath it all, and her golden-brown eyes slowly start to shut, as she returns her breath to the air.

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Thump, thump thump.

The sound of student's shoes and boots where heard as the buses unloaded.

Thump, thump, thump. Thump, thump-thwack!

A pair of short, black, laced boots stepped out harshly from the bus. The bell rang to signal the start of school and the girl, in which the boots belonged to, let out a sigh.

'Damn.' She thought to herself. 'I have five minutes to get to class.'

She shrugged her dark brown, leather jacket closer to her and trudged off towards the school doors. It was half way from the middle of the school year to the end, and there was still snow, knee high on the ground. Right after she walked into school, she headed straight for class on the second floor after taking a quick stop at her locker, to drop off her coat, which was on the way.

Once she made it to class, the bell has yet to ring and her golden-brown eyes notices a group of four, of her friends, talking around one of their desks at the far end of the room. Just as she's about to walk over there, the bell rings and she stops. Turning around, she walks to the back of the room and sits in her seat. The science teacher walks up to the front of the classroom to start his lecture. The girl rests her head down in her left hand as she takes notes with her right.

By the time class is over, the girl let's out a yawn and packs her things into her black and red-striped backpack. As she's sees her friends ready to leave class, waiting for her. She walks over to them and apologize, they say it wasn't a big deal and they weren't in a rush, so the five of them started walking together. As the hallways got crowded with students, the brunette girl was pushed behind the rest of her group of friends. Her next class passes by them in the halls and she quickly excuses herself from the group.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 24, 2013 ⏰

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