MACEY'S POV:
My heart was beating quickly, yet with purpose.
Highschool is supposed to be a foodchain. All I need to do is find away to cheat it.
I could possibly find more of my kind as well. Maybe my 'come if you are intrested in memes, emo bands, and a fulfilling realationship' club could actually work.
The one thing I am already starting to like is the aesthetic of this place. Mostly cool, pale colors with pops of hots and dark tones. Business like, but calming. This designer knew what the fuck he was doing.
I pull out my phone and am greeted by a photo of all the EXO members. I smile slightly, type in my code, and take a picture of the clock next to me.
'Light gray, soft white, bright red... perfect!!' I think to myself as I snap a few photos.
I have been reblogging to many darker photos and needed to lighten things up.
It's strange really. Black is one of my favorite colors (yes, I know, it's actually a shade, fuck off pretentious asshole) but my general color scheme on my Tumblr blog is lighter shades, and pastels. As well as the occasional text post, meme, or Dan and Phil photo.
I was getting off track. My brain is sort of blocking what I have to do. I haven't seen them in 2 years.
I find myself singing Mansae as I walk towards where I was instructed to go. The darkest, most concealed corner, in the main stairwell.
Macey is a meme loving piece of shit. She wishes she could be nicer to her friends who stick by her side. Is trash for many things such as d+p, twenty one pilots, and much, MUCH, more. She is a cat and dog stan, even though she is allergic. She but dosent give a single fuck. She also loves things that are aesthetically pleasing. Tumblr is her hometown but is in no way a basic bitch.
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