"You hafta come - it's a party essentially for newcomers... freshman... for us..." Nik had all but demanded. "... If we don't make at least an appearance that gives us a slippery sliding slop down the 'black-listed'... banned from all the great shenanigans..." She stuttered off, taking a moment to ponder her own fearful inducing fears; a few seconds had only passed when her eyes returned, bulging with another assumed horrified out-come from our potential bad start to college life.
"I'll be - I mean, we - will be down casted as like that unattractive floozy boning on the street corner every Friday night... to which I consecutively mistake as one of the revenants, while doing a roundabout of the school grounds!"
"Is it possible the problem you have is that you are completely afraid to be included as one of the 'out crowd?'" I needed.
"Don't even joke about that!" Shuttering as if a snowy fueled breeze had kissed her perfected bronzed skin (among other things she liked to keep hidden as fake) within the apartment which was having its' own typical temperature flucuation - meaning we were reaching boiler room.
I caved to her demands as I took a huge huff to which I could have sworn steam was swarming off my breath, "...let's just get this over with."
"Are you totally sure?" She murmured.
"If you ask again, then the answer will be, absolutely: not a chance." I jested.
The piercing hyena squeal confirmed I was doomed; along with a ringing developing in my right ear; hopeful, there is good cake involved to make for my partial deafness, otherwise this is all just completely moot.
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'Moon Shapes'
Fiction généraleTwo POV narratives, woven into one unimaginable terror! "What do you believe is real or is it all an elaborate nightmare?" When Danni and her best friend, Nikki, move to their apartment near school campus, things quickly begin to warp out of their...
