'The savior, may need saving'
'The strong, can break'
'The depressed, can be important'
'The guilty, may be innocent'
'The caring, can turn into a monster'
'The player, can be insane'
'The perfect, may not be good enough'
'The controlled, can break...
🔝Here's that picture of the south commons I promised🔝Also, before I forget again, the idea and name creation of meif'wa's belongs to Aphmau, she's one of the first story tellers to inspire me.
Reed's POV
Beth-Marie pointed to one of the jocks who was throwing a football to his bro across from him.
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Her eyes furrowed in his direction,"That's Tyler Ramones, Harper's boyfriend. Quarterback of the Heather Valley Hares, his parents are surgeons. He's also another one to stay away from."
She then pointed to the two guys sitting next to Tyler having a milk chugging contest. Judging by the empty cartons around them, they are on their sixth round of pumping milk into their stomachs.
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"Those two brainless douche bags are Ivan Ezra and Malcolm Labrie. Ivan is the running back and the alpha male of the werewolfs, his friend Malcom is the wide receiver and the male leader of the meif'wa's. They also are the boyfriends of Maya and Allison."
She then moved on to other tables outside of of the middle, "Then branching off of the Pretties and Jocks there are the Gossips, other sports, assorted clubs, hipsters, nerds, emos, and a bunch of others scattered throughout." Beth-Marie then turned and faced us again, "then there are the kids who don't fit certain labels, which is us, the Pretties and Jocks nicknamed us the "Nobody's", but I think they could have done better."
After Beth-Marie's little speech we went back to eating and laughing, until something, no, someone caught my eye.
She was sitting far away from the lunch area, eating under a big magnolia tree with a sketchbook by her side. Her short silver hair framing her face and copper like eyes to match. She seemed lonely.
"Hey Beth-Marie?" I asked looking at her, she just bit into her apple, chewing fast and wiping away the juice on her face she looked back at me.
"Yes?"
"Whose that girl over there?" I said as I pointed at the girl I noticed.
Beth-Marie followed my finger and found who I saw, "Oh, that's Marci Solis, she sometimes sits with us, sometimes she doesn't. She mostly does her own thing but she's a great person to hang around. Why?"
