The room was hot, no it was sweltering. It was so hot it felt like she was going to die, she felt like she couldn't breathe.
It was a stark difference to the last room she was in. It was almost as if the last room were freezing, as if she were in a block of ice 20m under Antarctica. She didn't understand, she was in the wrong room, that was it! why was everything so cold? Everyone around her had an exterior of that of a panther. It had made no sense to her
A new student next to her his name, Jeremy. While the room was cold his exterior was icy the room paled in comparison to him. Everyone else had a quiet Blank Stare a gaze if you will just looking at the board.
There were two people in the room she considered acquaintances not quite friends but she'd met them before, they were no help.
Everyone seemed as though they were ready to Slit their wrists and die right there but no one had the guts to do it.
As you've probably guessed by now from the extremely in-depth explanation of how cold the room around her was she's the narrator, nah I'm the narrator. Yeah my name is violet and this is the totally true story of my life.
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The Winged Wolf
WerewolfShe was the only one who could save herself from perdition. She was alone at the beginning, cold, in a cruel world where it was one for themself. Instead of one for all. A story about a girl who only needed herself.
