Born in the Stars (Complete)

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made of light. "Die! Burn out you godforbidden object! You fool!"

At least I am not some tool!

"That's what I call an object. A toy. For my entertainment. Goodbye!" Floraline waved as she pushed the royal cloaked figure off the edge of the mind.

Floraline then jerked awake. "What was that dream?" She rubbed the temples of her head. "Who is that guy? Beck, why do I care? It's just a simple dream. Nothing else. But I have been having these weird dreams lately. This is a scattered dream. Which is also a far off memory. Or so that man... Klo... Klover? Kloak? Kloan? Klink? Forget it! It may not even start with Klo and might start with Oli. Like Oliver! Ugh. Who cares?"

Floraline leapt out of bed and sat up returning to her tired thoughts. 'Another day of school. Another day just about as same as the last. Here and there are subtle changes. Then here I am posing as a doll for everyone's pleasure. Although I am a very curvy doll. Ugh. Don't even get me started. Look. At. All. This. Fat.'

She zoomed to her closet and tied up her hair into a messy braid then continuing to pick out an outfit for that day. A purple dress with a small white minicoat over it. Brilliant. Don't forget the SKETCHERS. Because why not? They're gay and fabulous. At least mine are. And cheap-ish, too.

The curved young woman proceeded out the door to meet with Jocelyne and Jason. " Hi guys!" She greeted them. "Hey. Have you heard what's happening today?" Jocelyne asked. "Yes, Germanic fren?" Fun fact, Floraline Ramos loves saying Fren instead of Friend.

"I'm Russian, Idiot." Flora smirked,"So who has the higher IQ and GPA?" Jocelyne stayed quiet. " I thought so."
Jason interuppted before Jocelyne can kid around and curse at the older girl, "Today is the Fall festival!" Floraline was confused, "It's the middle of spring."

"He means the festival of the fallen." Floraline grew silent. "The w-what?"
Jocelyne snapped her fingers and said, "Right! Duh! It's a new thing to remind those of the wars and the consequences of war. It also is mixed in with the spring going so we have two extra dances."

"Three dances? One extra would make sense but why three?" Jocelyne chuckled,"Remember when it had snowed last November? We didn't have the Fall festival dance." Floraline realized it had nothing anymore to do with her peculiar dreams. "Oh! Makes sense." The three nodded as they were met with the entrance of the prison-- I mean school.

As soon as the trio left their instruments at the band room, the announcements played. "Please stand. It is time for inspections, Children! If not wearing proper attire. I.E. The Festival of the Fallen uniform or ordinary school uniforms, you shall be sent to The Cellar. We cannot exploit the riches of The Cellar. After inspection you are to honour our country. As we do everyday. You are then to eat breakfast 10 minutes maximum. Then repeat the usual school day. Have a fantastic day, Students. Try not to die." The monitor went off.

"Mrs. Acosta?" A band student worriedly called for her. "Timmothy Sanders. To The Cellar. Thank you for interrupting the inspection. All teachers are required to step out while Inspections are given." Timmy began to cry, "But I am new here!"
"Congratulations Jimmy," "It's Timmy." "You have been upgraded to only the detention period." Wait, how do they know what Tim said? Floraline thought.

Just at that moment, three men entered the room. They all wore doctor's masks. No not from today but the kind from the renaissance. They were also draped in black rubber robes and heavy boots. "Open your mouth, Infected." Infected? Is he talking to me? I mean I'm used to the daily Inspections. But me being called one of the infected is odd. "If I may inquire." He nodded in affirmation as he readied a strange device. "Why would you think I am one of the infected, Sir?" He studied Floraline. "Look at you." Floraline took huge offense to this.
"Excuse me?" As a girl with bipolar disorder you should never mess with Floraline. One minute she's happy and the next she's depressed then she's murdering 67 students. Okay that never happened. But she did once, for no reason, stab a pencil into a kid's backpack. "Yeah. You're pale and ugly. Who wouldn't think this pig is infected?" Floraline grew