VERM1LL1ONV1SBBY
Born to shine in the spotlight, some would argue Y/n Vandrell never had it laborious in the poetic hustle that is life. Far too engrossed in her cocky girlfriend Violet and her boisterous friend group while fed on a silver platter all her life, how could she possibly know what to do when worst comes to worst? When push comes to shove? When the lines between love and hate blur into one teetering line she can't help but cross?
Now, dear reader, the answer is simple. Y/n Vandrell finds the rule book and simply rips out the pages and makes her own rules. Her own guidebook. Search up 'boss' in the dictionary, and Vandrell's name is guaranteed to appear. Because if there's one thing Vandrell does, it's fucking lead with a doting crowd right behind her.
However, when the parallel lines of appearances and deaths slowly but surely start tilting, ghosts of the past that were foolishly thought to be exorcised appear and threaten to ruin, and the enigma that is the flower of love is in gardens it has no business blooming, we all better pray that Y/n Vandrell doesn't turn to that damn guidebook. Because unless she gets knocked down from her spoiled high horse, she will never realise that life isn't a game...unless you want it to be.
But in that case she better be prepared for people to get hurt.
Pretty fucking badly.
arcane highschool au! π
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THIS IS MY STORY, ANY REWRITES SHOULD BE DONE SO WITH MY PERSMISSION!!