The roar of
Roxe's motorcycle had seemed like a loving purr to her ears. After wheeling to a messy stop, she jumped off and pulled out the keys. Twirling it on her fingers, she chewed obnoxiously loud on her cherry gum, fixing on the strap of the heaviest metal container to her back. Roxe checked if she had everything she would need before strolling towards the school. Her windswept hair looked as messy as her parking.
Roxe threw a lemon and caught it with the same hand, strolling to her destination, hearing the voice murmur of voices. She was too busy to turn her head in the voice's direction, staring at the intricate details of the hallway. As soon as she saw a door open, she jerked back and scurried behind the wall of a corner. The midnight haired female took a deep breath and blew it out with a puff of hot white steam through her nose.
Stay cool. Ice cold. Below Zero. She thought as a blush went to her cheeks.
Roxe drove her sharp teeth deep into the lemon. After the raw sour juice rushed into her mouth, she turned from the corner and headed towards the room, the bottoms of her shoes emitting steam as she walked.
She seemed perfectly normal, it you disregarded the gears in her pupils turning rather furiously and making clicking sounds. Roxe eyed at the guy standing in the door way before shifting and peeking into the room, letting out a puff of hot steam through her nose. She swallowed a thick portion of the lemon's juice.
