"I'll keep you by my side with my superhuman might, kryptonite." Sang Marika's earbuds late that night. Madame Janine had loved her speech... Or whatever it was that had caused her to ramble on for an hour about BVB and other similar bands.
The last notes of the song drifted off, and was replaced by another alternative song Marika hadn't heard before.
'Feels good to be running from the devil, another breath and I'm up another level.'
Marika felt like she was running from the devil; Justin. Sighing, she didn't notice Lana and Bellaire walking in, each carrying books and grinning like idiots. They hesitated when they saw Marika lying dejectedly on her bunk.
The girls shared a glance and shrugged, and Bellaire put her books on her bunk and sat on Marika while Lana got to her studies.
"Bellaire, one of these days you're going to hurt her doing that," Lana muttered as she took notes from a textbook.
Bellaire shrugged. "Oh well." She stood, then jumped back and landed on Marika, who grunted "Ow." It was all she had to say for Lana to shoot up.
"I told you!" She yelled at a startled Bellaire. "That hurt her! Did you listen? No! You just jumped right back on her!" She hissed, dragging Bellaire off, who balled her fists and glared. Marika rolled her eyes as Lana felt her ribs.
"You're lucky. Her bony butt might've broken something." She seethed.
Marika and Bellaire were locked in silent laughter as Lana got back to her studies, after a pointed glare at Bellaire. (Hey, that rhymed.)
Marika rolled over to face the wall and yanked the covers over her, still in her jeans and a camisole.
"Night, nit-wits." She muttered.
"Oh, no, you don't," Said Lana. Marika felt something heavy land on her hip.
"Our exams are next month. Study time," Lana added. Marika groaned.
"I'll study in the morning," She moaned.
"You'll study now if you want to get into next term." came Lana's stern reply.
"Part of me doesn't," Marika sighed. She rolled over and looked up at Lana. "Part of me doesn't want anything anymore."
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Skulls and Songs
General FictionMarika was born with a gift; both a blessing and a curse. She may be different, but don't underestimate her because she dresses strangely. As deadly as her glare can be, her voice is her greatest weapon, and you do NOT want to be on her bad side whe...
