Catfish | P.J

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The atmosphere was so tense you could almost taste it. I picked at the end of my blue sweater that covered my shirt nervously, biting my lip at the sight of Anayese. She was wearing a short, pink dress white high knee white socks with some skull covered creepers sitting on the bed on the stage with her locks tangled in one hand as she read the script with the other. In front of the stage stood the Drama teacher, hands up in the air, sawing dramatically like drama teachers do. Her uniform of black including a long, draped cardigan, a thin scarf and thick studded combat boots being thrown left right and center as she paced up and down.

Anxiously, I lightly stepped over in her direction. Although I had a thick sweater and a shirt on, I could feel the humming on my arms as my hairs raised and goosebumps flooded my body. Jaw clenching, I coughed quietly to make my presence noticed. Her attire swooped round as if she was in a snow storm and her eyes bulged at me like she had seen a ghost.

"Park, what makes you think you can show up after you've missed several rehearsals?" Miss Linn put me on the spot and her head tilted at a shockingly large degree I thought was impossible.

Swallowing whatever was in my throat, I began, "I came to say that I can't continue, however my understudy can. I'll gladly do anything in future but studies have got me-"

"It's nice you came to tell us but we already thought ahead of you..." she gestured to the stage where Jin had a script in his hand standing next to Anna, "but don't feel all kiddy now your not the one on stage; Your now you're the understudy."

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"Yah!" I hear a high pitched yelp come from behind my locker door.

Knowing it was Seomin, I looked around the door and watched as I felt disgust shiver through my body. Ever since she's 'threatened' me with Anna, I've seen her differently. As deep as I try to think, I still can't figure out why she doesn't approve her. Anayese's antisocial behavior isn't an excuse, nor is the pain she inflicts on herself. She's just being that stubborn little thing she's grown up to be, unfortunately. She pushed my locker door shut, almost decapitating my fingers and clenched her jaw with an angry pout on her face.

"Why are you ignoring me? I've been calling you all day?" She huffed, her voice full of frustration.

I laughed at her fustration, titling my head slightly, "I guess ever since I've stopped texting Anna, there's no need to charge my phone," –I leaned down to her ear– "especially for wasted eggs and sperm like you."

It's as if she could sense the smile on my face. My ear burned red as she pulled hard on it, bringing it even lower to her level, "I suggest you wipe that smirk off of your face. I don't think mom would like to know what you've picked up... would she..?"

"You're a little shit. You know that?" I pushed away from her to see a wide smirk visible on her face.

No matter what I said, it's like I was feed to the fire. I could tell this girl she's a psycho and she'd just smile at me. Without another word, I lifted the backpack on my shoulder and  stormed off away from her. She's a Wolf in sheep's clothing; on the outside she looks so innocent and promising, but on the inside, she's nothing but a childish, stuck up, manipulative, snake. Your little sister should be the reason your having to beat up little jerks, not the reason you want to beat yourself up.

cAtfIsH: 10:45, park bench?
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cAtfIsH: I'll explain❤️
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A/N
I'll try to update again this week but I have options school this week so I don't have much time (yh, I'm 13 :-p, explains why I'm such a bad writer)

No promises but a big, big B I G, probability~

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