☾ “I'm not okay.
I'm not okay.
I'm not okay.”
-My Chemical Romance, I’m Not Ok (I promise) ☽
A wisp of perfume flows by Jude. Three girls are standing in front of her, one is tall, with blue eyes and curly auburn hair. The other two appeared to be twins, both sporting sun-kissed cheeks and pin straight blonde hair. They had cornered her in the hall as Jude had been leaving the principal's office, questioning, no, interrogating her.
“Why’d he do it?” Auburn hair asked.
“I don’t know.” Jude mumbled.
“What was that?” She demanded.
“I said I don’t know.” Jude mumbled a little louder.
The first twin, which appeared to have green tips in her hair, shoved Jude into the wall, “Speak up, freak. She asked you why he did it.”
“Lay off her Penny.”
“Shut up Kelsey!” She turned to Jude,”Why. Did. He. Do. It.”
Jude’s lower lip started to tremble, her heart beat was growing faster by the second. Her breaths came out short and forced and she started to sway.
I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe
“Hey, is she ok or-”
“She’s fine you retard!
“Just tell us why for the love of-”
“SHUT UP!” Jude screamed, “ALL OF YOU SHUT UP! IT’S MY FAULT! IT’S ALL MY FUCKING FAULT HE DID IT!”
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A/N; improv season is back so updates are going to be a little irregular
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