On Monday, Trixie walked into school listening to her music with her headphones on. She didn't have her normal pastel clothes and she was wearing a black crop-top and black skinny jeans with her black vans.
She walked to her locker, her heart dropping a little bit when Katya wasn't there. There hasn't been a day where Katya wasn't waiting for her since they had met, and this all felt weird to Trixie.
The small girl bit her lip as she put her combination in, opening her locker and getting her needed books. She soon made her way to her first class, ducking her head down as she passed Katya; who was laughing with Amy, Sharon and Courtney, but not Chris.
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a/n: trixie in all black and her pink hair drives me fucking crazy i mean imagine that
anddd this is short i'm sorry shdkfhsj
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