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Pallid Mors
Guest
Original poster
Persphone had walked up and down the halls. Up and down. Up and down. Her light skin contrasting to the bright yellows and pale greens that covered the school hall. Eventually she'd find a class. Just one, one correct class that was poorly printed onto the once white sheet of paper. Her black curls hid the shame of having too much pride to ask anyone where class C was. The halls soon became crowded with people her age, all either taller than her 5'4" or shorter. "Uh, excu-"
"May I have some assis-"
"Sorry, I-"
Sighing, she turned quickly to end up bumping into the chest of one of her future peers.
"Sorry!"
"May I have some assis-"
"Sorry, I-"
Sighing, she turned quickly to end up bumping into the chest of one of her future peers.
"Sorry!"