CLARE'S POV:
I was drowing.
A thousand new people that all seemed to be buzzing to each other like Barry from the bee movie. I swear I could see an older girl point at me with a bloodthirsty smirk, and a snappy remark in her head.
I looked around me nervously. There was a sickness deep in my stomach, and my hands were simultaneously sweating and shaking. Off to a fan-fucking-tastic start.
I push my freshly-dyed burgundy hair over my face, tug down my MCR shirt, and walk towards my destiny. Also known as the dark corner behind the main stairwell.
Clare. She is the more... emo type of the group. She wears her MCR shirt, more then her own emotions. Often clammed up for herself, but willing to advocate for others. An anxiety ridden, suicidal soccer mom if you will. Avoiding confrontation even if she has to die, she has as much control over her eyebrows, as she does her life. Can make obscure refrences, and is known for bad puns, and lame catchphrases. Hasen't worn shorts in 2 years. Overweight, slightly mochi-like, and always on a new diet. Until then, black is slimming right?
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