The Disappearance

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Florence pulled on the to big yoga pants, she fastened them with a loose knot and thanked madelyn. They did need to get to class and the last thing Florence needed was attention or a detention. She splashed her face with the cold water from the taps her face automatically feeling fresh and cool.and then stayed silent. She came along when she was gestured for but just followed madelyn through the winding halls. Illinois and the boy were further ahead and Florence wasn't interacting with anyone so she quickly stopped at her locker and got her schoolbooks.

Florence rounded the corner and it al became eerily quiet, Ethan was on the ground blood gushing from his nose, Illinois was speaking and if the words came from anyone else it would seem intelligent and passionate but from Illinois it was shocking and scary. Florence just stood against a row of lockers as a trail of blood splattered down the allway. Across from her was the boy who had triggered her abuse that morning and he was laughing and shaking his fist like he hurt it. Florence growled quietly and made the plan to kill him
 
Illinois
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Tuesday, 8:30 AM Illinois stayed quiet as he spoke, not making a comment on the pretty eyes part. She was shocked indeed, for no one has ever really called her pretty in any sense, but she decided to just not say anything, to just stay quiet. After a few more minutes at dabbing at the swollen nose, she finally stopped the bleeding and washed away the dried blood on his cheek. Her movements were very gentle, and moved at a slow pace so she could take her time and not accidentally bump into the already irritated nose with her hand. "My eyes are sunken in and lost their innocence. Don't mistake them for beauty, when really, they are nothing but a cracked mask." Illinois whispered, turning away as she threw away the bloodied paper towels. She quickly moved the trash can away from the door and walked out, her hair falling back over her face as she continued to walk down the long hallway. The day was already being very eventful and hectic, and Illinois wasn't used to such things. Well, the bullying factor she was all familiar with, but people who chased after her if she was upset? Now that, was something new.
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Ethan opened his own eyes and watched her leave. "F-forget I said anything. I didn't mean to offend you in a-anyway, but don't forget that you're not the only one with broken eyes. That other girl in the stall. I feel as if she goes through more than any of us." He called softly as he followed her out into the hallway. As he watched her leave, a thought came to him. He never got the chance to thank her for anything.
 
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Tuesday, 8:31am

Just before the boy punched Ethan, Eve followed Madelyn and Florence out of the bathroom, quiet but with a small smile upon her face. As Ethan fell to the ground, she stopped dead in her tracks. Silently, she listened as Illinois shouted - something extremely rare, for the girl was usually almost noiseless - watched as she led Ethan away. Then she spoke three words, emphasizing them all with anger.
"You little f***er." She stared the footballer straight in the eyes, "The hell did he ever do to you, punk? What did he do? You people, you're mostly monsters. I've met better people in that bathroom then I have ever in this school before." She spoke calmly, but if you observed her closely you'd notice the way her whole body seemingly shook, with anger. She was overprotective already of the people she'd conversed with today. She looked at Florence, who seemed to be.. Annoyed? Furious? Hmm.. She realized Madelyn had disappeared somewhere, but still slipped over to her, ignoring any of the looks she received from the other students. "You okay?" she sighed, with her hand resting on the back of her neck. Eve didn't know what had overcome her. She made peace with the footballers most of the time, sat with them at lunch when she wasn't with her 'clan' of nerds. That would definitely be changing, now wouldn't it?​
 
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Tuesday, 8:35 AM Illinois ignored his words, merely shaking her head as she continued on down the long tiled hallway. Students were making their way to their morning classes, the warning bell sounding as Illinois reached her classroom door. She pulled it open and walked inside, the small chit chat the other students were having coming to a deafening silence. She walked down the aisle and sat down in her seat in the far corner, that was always often a bit shadowy. The students murmured to each other, talking about the incident in the hallway that had recently taken place. Illinois ground her teeth together to keep from standing up and screaming again. She was in an awfully odd mood, her usual quiet and shy-like personality taking a lunge off a huge cliff, being replaced with pure rage. The students sensed this, and backed off as she shot them all devilish looks. It was highly odd of Illinois to be so aggressive, and she was even locking eye contact with some of them. The girls whispered wildly, their eyes wide with fear. Illinois was taking a turn for the worst.​
 
Ethan stepped back into the bathroom and studied his nose closely. It was slightly crooked and was starting to bruise a bit. He gingerly tried to touch it, only to be met with a cry of pain upon contact. The boy's eyes were still swollen and broken. Ritualistically, he turned the faucet knob on and off three times before leaving it on and scrubbing his hands, making sure to pump soap into his left hand three times. After he was done washing his hands, he grabbed two paper towels and dried them off, throwing the wet towels into the trash bin. With a shuddering sigh, Ethan left the bathroom and made his way to his 1st period class. Upon sitting down henoticed that Illinois was there, but he said nothing and instead stared intently at a chip on his desk.
 
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