Some Princes Don't Become Kings
ALIAS
Eclipse
CLASSIFICATION
Blaster
POWER
Ocular Light Manipulation
AGE
15
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Sept 1, 2018 13:03:35 GMT
Post by Melody Newton on Sept 1, 2018 13:03:35 GMT
[attr="class","nikki98"] [attr="class","nikki99"]  I NEED TO COME DOWN [attr="class","nikki100"] [attr="class","nikki101"]SEEMS LIKE THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD WENT AND LOST ITS MIND [attr="class","nikki102"]AND ALL MY CHILDHOOD HEROES HAVE FALLEN OFF OR DIED [attr="class","nikki109"]Melody was not allowed to keep her own medication, something to do with security and ensuring that there was no misuse of it. If she needed it then she needed to go and see the nurse in her office. It was a drastic change from home. She hadn't kept it in her room, but it had been in a cupboard in the kitchen, easily accessible should she need it. Her father had given her the freedom to take it as and when she wanted to. It had made their lives easier, although it meant it was entirely her fault when she forgot to take it, which rarely did anything for her mood when she did forget.
Today was not a day when Melody had forgotten to take it. No, today Melody had overslept, and in her rush to get to class, had neglected to swing past the nurse's office. Even more unfortunately today was a bad day. The first twenty minutes of class had been fine, but it hadn't been long before she'd started feeling that familiar prickling and heat in her hands.
Curling them into fists, Melody stared hard at the desk, willing the heat not to grow, not to spread. For a moment, it seemed as though it might have worked, until that prickling started creeping up her wrists. She raised her hand.
"Please sir may I be excused?"
The teacher glanced up at her from his position beside the huge touchscreen that dominated the front of the classroom, he had been demonstrating annotations on a line cut from a poem.
"Why Melody?"
Desperately she scrabbled for a reason, "Toilet sir."
He shook his head with a faint smile, "Melody, not only is it the first lesson of the day, but you were late, you have had plenty of time to go to the toilet. You will have to wait until the end of the lesson."
"But-"
"No buts Melody."
Dropping her hand again, Melody stared at the desk before her, trying to will the heat away. She could have told the teacher exactly what it was that was bothering her. But she was damned if she was going to admit weakness to anyone at this stupid school.
The remaining thirty minutes of the lesson crept by at a snails pace and the heat crept up her arms to her chest. It felt like she was wearing a heated coat at first, except the heat intensified way past comfortable. When the bell finally rang Melody almost stumbled on her way out of class. The heat had spread to her entire body now, she felt like running straight to the pool and jumping in. Not that the water would have made her feel any better. Not that she could run right now.
She wasn't going to make it to the nurse's office without throwing up. She certainly wasn't going to make it to her next class, and so she turned off the corridor down one that looked less used. There was nothing important down here, so when she rounded the corner and collapsed against the wall there was no one around to see the tears sliding down her face.
Until she heard footsteps…
[attr="class","nikki103"]534 | [attr="class","nikki103"]@ghosty | |
NOTES Pride comes before the fall... PHARAOH LEAP.
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Sept 1, 2018 16:57:22 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2018 16:57:22 GMT
people can lose their lives in libraries they ought to be warned The time between classes was like always like a brief oasis on a long car trip. Granted on trips Ozma usually had her nose buried in a book, as she did at that moment, sparing her from the mundanity of having to watch the passing scenery out the window. She wasn't afforded any such luxuries in the middle of class, staff tended to frown upon students reading material that wasn't directly linked to the lesson at hand, Ozma knew that much from personal experience. Multiple trips to the office for trying to sneak a peek at the book she was reading at the time was enough to sour her to trying at this particular school.
Instead she endured the monotony of her world history class barely paying attention as the teacher droned on about the life and times of horrible people that lived thousands of years ago. It was the first class of the day and Ozma was already wanting to skip classes and head back to the dorms to try and hide from campus security for the day. Not that it would have worked out all that well for her if she tried, the first couple of days of being transferred to this school had been a constant stream of anxiety attacks and her finding various hiding places to bawl her eyes out without anyone seeing.
It wasn't her proudest moment.
If she had one gripe about the time between classes, it would be that it was entirely too short to actually enjoy anything of merit. She'd resolved to master the art of reading and walking at the same time, book in front of her face as she navigated the halls by rote memory. It wasn't exactly the most effective method of traversal, she'd bump into objects, and walls, and even other students causing them to get upset with her.
"Oh my god you spaz, watch where you're going!"
A smaller girl with her hair in braids shoved Ozma slightly off her path after her direct collision. She didn't bother to wait around to get Ozma's apology though, turning up her nose with a huff of indignation before continuing on her own path. Ozma watched her go for a moment before noting that the halls had all but emptied out in the time that she had been reading. Her first thought was that she hadn't really gotten as far in her book as she would have wanted too before the realization that she was probably late to class started creeping into her periphery.
"Security is going to have my ass." Ozma shifted her book under her arm and began hustling to her next class.
She didn't make it very far however before the slight sound of a person taking a sharp breath caught her ear, causing Ozma to pause and take note of her surroundings again. Very close by she could hear someone breathing in and out in a drastic manner, almost as if they were laughing or crying. In either case there really shouldn't have been anyone there, and if it was in fact someone crying then it would be kind of a dick move for her to just go along her way without even seeing if whoever was making the sound was alright.
Almost without thought to the consequences she made a turn down the hall toward the sound to find a girl practically crumbled against a wall faced away from Ozma. Her brash decision led to a slight wave of anxiety as she stood behind this gangly looking girl slumped over on the ground. Thousands of questions revolving around her own usefulness in this situation and whether or not she should really have imposed upon this scene all piled themselves on her consciousness. It made her last few steps heavy and unsure as she approached the girl placing her book and bag on the floor as she knelt down to get a better look.
"Hey uh... You okay there?"
Ozma mentally reprimanded herself for asking such a dumb question, of course she wasn't.
"I mean... Shit... Yeah you're not okay but like, do you need some help?" Her mind reeled at her own awkwardness.
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Some Princes Don't Become Kings
ALIAS
Eclipse
CLASSIFICATION
Blaster
POWER
Ocular Light Manipulation
AGE
15
Student
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Sept 1, 2018 20:46:47 GMT
Post by Melody Newton on Sept 1, 2018 20:46:47 GMT
[attr="class","nikki98"] [attr="class","nikki99"] I NEED TO COME DOWN [attr="class","nikki100"] [attr="class","nikki101"]SEEMS LIKE THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD WENT AND LOST ITS MIND [attr="class","nikki102"]AND ALL MY CHILDHOOD HEROES HAVE FALLEN OFF OR DIED [attr="class","nikki109"]Fuck.
Melody had been trying her best to stay quiet, not that it would have been easy to hear her over the hustle and bustle of the busy corridors. It had been hard though. To an extent, Melody had grown used to her condition. Fibromyalgia might be incurable, but it was not untreatable. Normally she could simply take a pill and relax in the knowledge that the pain would be gone soon. And rarely was it this intense. It felt like she was wearing a lattice under her skin and that lattice was expanding.
Unfortunately, as the mental expletive might have given away, Melody's hiding place had proved to be not so effective. She glanced up enough to see a pair of shoes and some skinny looking ankles before a book and a bag were dropped onto the floor beside the newcomer's feet. Melody tucked her head down against her knees, hiding her face. She could feel the wetness on her face, and after a moment of remaining curled up realised how pointless it was. It wasn't like there were so many other students that this girl wouldn't work out who she was.
"Yeah. Just great thanks!"
She snapped sarcastically back at the other girl, glancing up just enough to recognise her. The girl from dance class? Why was she here? She didn't seem the type to skip a lesson. But then Melody didn't really seem the type to hide in tears in a corner. There was a lot of self-discovery going on in this corridor.
She was about to snap something else at the girl when she realised that while it might make her feel better right now, it wasn't going to do anything for the fact that she was in so much pain that she could barely walk. The last time she'd been like this a gym teacher had had to carry her to the school's nurse's office. Aidan, Alex and Cassandra had been nowhere to be seen then either. At least this person genuinely seemed concerned. And her dad wouldn't be called in with the medication she'd forgotten to take that morning.
"Sorry…"
Her voice had softened a little, though the apology was still grudging in tone. There was only so far she would go, especially for some weirdo she didn't even know. She had to almost physically chide herself for that. Some weirdo that stopped to help
She tried to push herself up against the wall, and whimpered as it made the pain in her arms and legs flare when she applied pressure. She felt short of breath, though she hadn't exerted herself, and found her words broken up by her attempts to catch her breath.
"I… need to go… and… see the nurse…"
Now the moment where she had to swallow her pride. "I don't… I don't think…"
Roughly, she palmed the tears away from her cheeks. "Could you help me… stand up…
And then, ever so begrudgingly. "Please?"
[attr="class","nikki103"]494 | [attr="class","nikki103"]@ghosty | |
NOTES Can't believe I'm asking for help PHARAOH LEAP.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2018 2:00:51 GMT
people can lose their lives in libraries they ought to be warned "Geeze... Yes, of course I can."
There wasn't even a thought otherwise, Ozma helped the girl pull her arm over her own shoulder and gently helped her to her feet. There had been a time when she might have been able to completely lift the other girl, but the medicine really cut down on her own muscle mass, the best she could do was be a solid support as she lifted the girl up. There was a slight pang of regret as she left her own backpack and precious book behind, but she hoped that karma would be kind to her and it would be left alone or returned to her without much fuss.
She wouldn't just leave someone who was clearly having troubles to fend for themselves in the lonely hallway even if Ozma recognized her as the sarcastic girl from the Ballet class a short while ago, the one that seemed to balk at her going up first to dance. Even if this girl couldn't recognize the amount of turmoil that Ozma put herself through to even get into that position, even if she seemed to think Ozma was some kind of show off or glory hound, she couldn't bring herself to leave her behind. Granted the bitchy attitude would have been enough of a justification to just leave her to her fate. However Ozma didn't really want to be conceited or make any enemies in this school, especially given the fact that she was going to have enough problems of her own if the full extent of her history ever got out. That and she was prone to being sarcastic herself from time to time, she couldn't really fault someone else for a bitchy nature when she herself partook in it.
She sometimes dabbled in the study Paganism, particularly the triple goddess of the moon. A tenant of that was that all women were capable of harnessing the three energies of the maiden, the mother, and the crone. Ozma always believed that she embodied the Crone in her daily life, wise and watchful over others, quiet and reserved. But that didn't mean that she couldn't also embody the other female energies, like right now she was honoring the mother with her compassion and willingness to support and help another.
"I'm just going to keep going. Tell me if I need to slow down or anything." Ozma ran her hand through her own hair to ward off some of the anxiety of physically touching another person.
There was a pointed silence as Ozma fumbled for something to say, quietly beating herself up over the fact that she wasn't quite sure what to say or do in this situation. It all seemed to boil over into her suddenly getting frustrated and having to stop herself from dropping her shoulder and bolting from the situation.
Her voice caught in her throat. "Ah... Um... Sorry I'm not really good at this whole... Thing."
Ozma was suddenly aware that that could be taken the wrong way. "Shit I mean. Sometimes when I'm in pain I find that like, talking can sort of take my mind off it. Till we get to the nurse's office at least I guess... Then you can go back to like, judging me or whatever."
Once again she chided herself for sounding so callous, she was really failing at embracing the Mother's energy. What kind of caretaker could she be considered if she was still making sarcastic quips whenever she could. She shook her head as if shaking off the clinging thoughts and let out a slow and steady breath as if righting herself before continuing.
"Let me back up. I'm Ozma, I think we met in that dance class a while back." Ozma gave a knowing smile before continuing. "Well... Maybe met isn't the right word. Clashed?"
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Some Princes Don't Become Kings
ALIAS
Eclipse
CLASSIFICATION
Blaster
POWER
Ocular Light Manipulation
AGE
15
Student
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Sept 2, 2018 14:48:12 GMT
Post by Melody Newton on Sept 2, 2018 14:48:12 GMT
[attr="class","nikki98"] [attr="class","nikki99"]  I NEED TO COME DOWN [attr="class","nikki100"] [attr="class","nikki101"]SEEMS LIKE THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD WENT AND LOST ITS MIND [attr="class","nikki102"]AND ALL MY CHILDHOOD HEROES HAVE FALLEN OFF OR DIED [attr="class","nikki109"]At least the girl didn't bring up the fact that Melody had openly mocked her in dance class, or thrown her concern back in her face when she'd first asked if she was OK. Nope, she just up and helped to lift Melody off the ground, at which point Melody realised she how tall the other girl was. She wasn't exactly short for age but even so the other girl towered over her. She had to bend quite a bit to support Melody properly.
The lava flowing through her veins showed no signs of receding, if anything, the contact and the movement only made it worse, but it was a small price to pay if it meant that she could reach relief. She didn't respond to the other girl's warning, just hesitantly stumbling along the corridor, focusing more on putting one foot in front of the other than putting words in her mouth. It was taxing enough as it was without managing a conversation as well.
Unfortunately, the other girl clearly didn't realise this, issuing an apology, to which she replied, "The whole rescuing… someone in ecru… excruciating pain? You mean you don't… don't get much practice at this?"
She felt exhausted, struggling to find the breath for the words, but felt a little strength return to her steps even as she spoke. Maybe the gangly teen had a point. Although clearly she hadn't forgotten about Melody's words in dance class. She winced, and not entirely because of the pain she could feel throughout her body. Normally she wouldn't have felt anything in the way of remorse, but then normally she wouldn't find herself vulnerable in front of the same person she had been mocking not even a day later.
"Yeah, judging you… I'll… get right… on that…"
Melody focused on her feet, watching them take one step, then another, then another. She could almost imagine they were somebody else's, that they didn't send flashes of pain up her legs whenever she took another step. She waved her hand dismissively, "No…" She intook breath sharply at the flash from her ribs as she pulled on Ozma's support. "No… I was a… total bitch…"
She returned Ozma's smile with a rather pained one of her own. "Thanks for helping… me. I wouldn't have blamed… you if you'd just… walked away."
She tried to shrug and gave up halfway through, "Well… I would… but right now.. I get it…"
"I'm Melody… sometimes I can be… a real bitch…"
She risked a glance upwards, seeing that they were still pretty far from the nurse's office, then whimpered as she stumbled with a fresh lightning bolt of pain shooting up her leg and into her ribs. "Nearly… nearly there…"
She was talking to herself rather than Ozma, just glad that she'd had help this far, rather than having to drag herself all the way. Her cheeks were still wet from the tears, and she almost felt angry. Melody was strongly independent, and hated showing weakness. That she had a condition that forced weakness upon her far more frequently than she cared for. That she was forced to show that weakness to someone that she not only did not know, but had mocked in class would have embarrassed and angered her if she wasn't too busy being in pain. Despite that, she could feel the hue of her eyes as they shifted from silver to gold.
"I need… I need a breather… can we rest a second…?"
[attr="class","nikki103"]565 | [attr="class","nikki103"]@ghosty | |
NOTES Totally not mad I needed help... PHARAOH LEAP.
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Sept 4, 2018 10:11:07 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2018 10:11:07 GMT
people can lose their lives in libraries they ought to be warned "Uh yeah, lets take a breather?"
While Ozma helped Melody into a comfortable position sitting against a nearby wall she mused that if she had been strong enough she could have just carried the girl there. It was one of those situations where if she hadn't been hindered she could have made it to the nurses office three times over. Of course she wasn't that strong anymore and they couldn't move that fast so she would just have to settle for being a glorified wall to lean against while they made the trek toward the nurse.
Once Melody was settled Ozma put her own back against the same wall and slid down to sit next to the shorter girl, fishing her cellphone out of her pocket and checking the time. It was a grim reminder that not only was she late for class but had already missed the first fourth of it. She was going to end up talking to the principal again if she didn't watch her step in the coming days, she let out a sigh and pushed the device back into her pocket.
"Sometimes I can be a real bitch too so I totally feel you on that front." Ozma remarked to an earlier statement.
"I dunno, like, I don't mean to be but I spent a lot of time being unable to really be myself that when I finally I sort of had to defend it at any cost."
Pushing her hand through her thick hair, the taller girl gave a look like she sort of regretted what she had said. Ozma awkwardly fumbled for something to say for a couple of moments before finally opening her mouth again.
"So uh... What happened? If you don't mind me asking?" Ozma looked Melody over. "You don't look like you were injured, so it must be something internal right?"
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Some Princes Don't Become Kings
ALIAS
Eclipse
CLASSIFICATION
Blaster
POWER
Ocular Light Manipulation
AGE
15
Student
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Sept 5, 2018 17:51:36 GMT
Post by Melody Newton on Sept 5, 2018 17:51:36 GMT
[attr="class","nikki98"] [attr="class","nikki99"]  I NEED TO COME DOWN [attr="class","nikki100"] [attr="class","nikki101"]SEEMS LIKE THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD WENT AND LOST ITS MIND [attr="class","nikki102"]AND ALL MY CHILDHOOD HEROES HAVE FALLEN OFF OR DIED [attr="class","nikki109"]It was a relief, however temporary, to stop walking and sit down. She let out a long, slow breath as she did so, and laid her hands against the cool surface of the wooden floor. The illusion didn't last that long, with a pulse making her curl those same hands into claws automatically. She looked up as her rescuer slid down against the wall beside her, finally getting a proper look at the girl. She'd seen her in dance class of course, but she hadn't garnered much from that encounter other than how gangly and awkward the girl looked. Her face was squared, framed by long, wavy brown hair that fell to her shoulders.
She looked away as the other girl produced a phone from her pocket, looking down the corridor to see that they were almost completely alone. She chuckled breathlessly, "Yeah I get that."
Melody wished that she had some sort of ability that made her fibromyalgia less than an inconvenience, something that made her tough enough to just walk through it, or better yet, just let her wish it away. And what she wouldn't trade to simply not have to deal with it at all. Maybe even her abilities. She'd thought they were cool for a long time, still did. But something had changed about the way her father looked at her when she'd developed them for the first time. Like he was hungry. Things had already been strained, but they'd gotten worse after the Event.
Part of her wished he was here, but was quickly shouted down by the much larger part of her that couldn't forgive him for sending her away.
She realised that the other girl had been speaking to her while she'd daydreamed, and tried to work out what the last question had been. "I… uh… nothing really happened." It was still hard to speak properly, even sat down, but it was a lot easier than it had been when she had been so focused on walking. This was strange, she hardly knew this girl, had mocked her the other day, and yet she was far closer to finding out that she had a serious medical condition than either of her actual friends. The hesitation was obvious in her face, what if Ozma told everyone? Melody could easily laugh off a trip to the nurse. It would be a lot harder to do that if the taller girl told everyone about the reason for it. Look, you can't tell anyone about it OK?"
After all, it was probably better to tell her the truth rather than let her come up with some other explanation of her own. She bit her lip, still in indecision, staring at the wall opposite rather than Ozma as she spoke. "I have this… uh… condition. It's called fibromyalgia. Usually… it's fine but sometimes it gets really… really bad. I get like an increased sensitivity to pain, but sometimes it gets… so bad that that I just feel like my whole body is on fire. There's treatments, but you can't cure it."
She sneaked a glance at Ozma, trying to gauge the other girl's reaction. "There are like… other things that happen as well, but the pain probably… sucks the most."
She glared suddenly at the older teen, the gold of her eyes startlingly bright. "But you can't tell anyone OK?"
There was a certain urgency in her tone, as if this secret was the most important she had ever held.
[attr="class","nikki103"]573 | [attr="class","nikki103"]@ghosty | |
NOTES I will kill you if you tell PHARAOH LEAP.
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Sept 6, 2018 20:21:49 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2018 20:21:49 GMT
people can lose their lives in libraries they ought to be warned Sitting against the cool wall, Ozma brought her legs up against her chest hugging wrapping her arms around her knees. Listening to what Melody was saying really struck her as terrible. Ozma absolutely hated that people had to go through any sort of pain, she wished that she had the ability to just heal people and stop them from hurting. But that wasn't the card that she was dealt and even if she could, how could she possibly take all the hurt out of the world? Beyond that there was always going to be someone hurting and it was impossible for someone to be everywhere at once, and who was she to decide who would get healed and who wouldn't?
These thoughts were all enough to send a twinge of melancholy to her face as she looked over at Melody, eyes heavy with a regret that she couldn't even control. She gripped and ungripped at the hem of her shirt, twisting it slightly as she fumbled for something encouraging to say. Ozma felt like her head was underwater, fumbling to surface, trying to find that piece of dry land to cling too.
"That sucks." It was pathetic, but that was all she could offer.
It was hard because she didn't necessarily want to look like she felt sorry for Melody, but by the same token she wanted to be empathetic to the situation. She was failing on both fronts, Ozma didn't really understand the pain that Melody was going through and her facial expressions looked as if she was watching one of those sad commercials with the dogs.
"I..." Ozma bit her lip as if trying to decide what to say for a moment. "Don't know, I've never really been in excrutiating pain before so I don't know what it's even like. Like I'm not really sure how to quantify it and I don't want to be like insensitive or anything. It's just like, it really sucks y'know? That's all there is too it, it sucks and I hate to see anybody go through something like that."
Pushing her hair back she let out a breath. "I'm not the type of person to go around blabbing other peoples secrets, I have my own and it would be really shitty if someone went around blabbing mine so I totally get that."
"You can trust me on that much, I'm not gonna tell anybody about this unless you want me too."
Ozma looked back at Melody with a comforting smile. She even reached over and touched the girls arm in a gesture of comraderie, of course the gesture was met with a sudden rise of anxiety. Ozma didn't usually like touching people or being touched randomly and she drew her hand back suddenly.
"We should probably get moving before security shows up and makes our lives hell."
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Some Princes Don't Become Kings
ALIAS
Eclipse
CLASSIFICATION
Blaster
POWER
Ocular Light Manipulation
AGE
15
Student
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Sept 8, 2018 18:11:33 GMT
Post by Melody Newton on Sept 8, 2018 18:11:33 GMT
[attr="class","nikki98"] [attr="class","nikki99"] I NEED TO COME DOWN [attr="class","nikki100"] [attr="class","nikki101"]SEEMS LIKE THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD WENT AND LOST ITS MIND [attr="class","nikki102"]AND ALL MY CHILDHOOD HEROES HAVE FALLEN OFF OR DIED [attr="class","nikki109"]"Yah think?"
Melody understood that the other girl was trying to be sympathetic, but she really wasn't in the mood for sympathy. The fact that sympathy was what had led to her rescue escaped her for the time being.
She scowled, partly at herself for snapping at the other girl again, but also partly because the girl had at least expressed that she didn't really understand what it was like. Most people acted as if they did understand, when of course there was no way they could. She stared hard at her knees for a minute, looking back up as Ozma confirmed that she would keep Melody's secret. There was a degree of relief that came from the news, even if she didn't trust that the girl would keep her word. She'd just have to make sure that she knew a secret of Ozma's, a bit like insurance. Mutually assured destruction and all that.
The touch was unexpected, though not unpleasant, Melody found herself taken aback at the friendliness of it. Up to this point Ozma had only been touching her in order to help support her along the corridor. Reaching out to offer comfort was different though, and it was something Melody wasn't particularly used to.
She missed Aidan, Alex and Cassandra, but not in the way that one would miss friends. In the way that you missed the familiar, the comfortable. None of them would have reached out to comfort her in this way. When she thought back, she struggled to think of a moment they had really connected. Aidan gave her weed, and the three of them hung around during and after school. Even her father would not have attempted to comfort her physically in such a way, at least not instinctively. He was too buried in his books, following all of the instructions he could find on how to raise a child. When he did offer an embrace it was because it was what the book had told him, not because it was the right thing to do.
She shot Ozma a confused, suspicious look, not sure what the girl now expected. Or why she had pulled away so suddenly.
"Yeah, you're right."
She braced herself, managing to avoid a whimper as the other girl helped her back to her feet and supported her. They started moving further down the corridor, the nurse's office wasn't far now, and Melody found herself almost fantasizing about the painkillers that she would be taking. Perhaps that was a bad thing.
She focused on her feet, placing them one in front of the other, letting it simply blend into one long corridor. A simple monotone existence she was startled out of when they stopped and she heard the click of a door opening.
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NOTES Don't touch me! I think... PHARAOH LEAP.
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