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I would have cut you if you did.

Okay, not really because I like you and your hair is cool, but I would have shook my fist at you in a bitter fury.

YO, CAN WE GET SOMEONE TO BREAK THIS TIE?

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[/url] xxxxxxxxxx ❝This night felt like it was most perfect. Everything went the right way.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I am so glad that for even a moment, I can have absolute serenity.
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xxxxxxxxxx Before she knew it, Madeline was gone, and Kallisti felt bad. She didn't even get to tell her thank you - and what was she going to say before Aileen and Tyler showed up? What a missed opportunity . . . She sighed to herself, smiling at Tyler and Aileen once more, when two more people made themselves known to her.

" Congratulations on a great concert, " he said, and Kallisti turned to find that it was Xavier, someone who she had never talked to before in her life. Of course, she had seen him around school and whatnot, but she never crossed interests enough with him to talk to him. She was surprised, just a little; he seemed like the shy type, for the most of what she had observed of him, " . . . Thank you, " she responded to him with a hint of a smile, " I appreciate your coming to hear me, it means a lot. " And although she didn't know him that well, it did mean a lot to her that he came anyway. She hadn't expected the news of her concert to circulate so well.

Another voice came through to her and she turned again to be staring into the golden eyes of Altair, whose name constantly made her yearn to play the original Assassin's Creed, " Sorry to interrupt, but I must say you're an amazing violinist, Miss Lein. " He smiled at her and she looked straight into his eyes; this was the one she was always weary of. There was just something about him that . . . made her feel wrong, made her feel uncomfortable, but she wouldn't let him know that. " Thank you, " she replied, her voice even and slightly hard, " Thank you for coming. I do hope you enjoyed the concert. " She nodded to both him and Xavier, and then turned to Tyler once more, " I hope we can still celebrate after school, tomorrow, " she said with a smile, then bidding he and Aileen farewell.

She had an elderly woman to find.

The rest of the night went on just peachy, in Kallisti's opinion, other than that . . . Well. Other than the old woman, she felt the night went rather well. Swirls of happiness went around in her head, and she just couldn't stop thinking that these were the times she had to cherish - if she was going to die in one hund - well, ninty-seven now. She still was decided on whether or not it was all just a big hoax.

Oh well . . .

When she got home and changed out of her clothing, she wrote up a Tumblr post, and then answered a fanmail that Cherno had sent her. The note had practically made her night, and she felt enthralled that he enjoyed her concert so much. She responded to him, and then quickly wrote a note to Madeline as well, thanking her.

What a lovely night this had turned out to be. She was extremely happy.

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[/url] xxxxxxxxxx ❝It is much appreciated . . . I do . . . not . . . Well.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Truly, but I am getting more nervous.❞

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xxxxxxxxxx Kallisti waited for Madeline's answer, but Tyler got to her first, " You were absolutely amazing as ever. Better than last year, even, " he said to her in praise and with a smile, " I told you it'd go great. " She smiled back at him, feeling slightly content that she had such support from someone, " Yes, you were right about it, once again . . . Thank you, Tyler. " she replied, genuinely happy that she and Tyler were friends. She always felt that he might be one of her biggest fans, and since she wasn't around people a lot, or her father, for that matter, it was . . . nice to have someone like him. She turned back to Madeline.

Once again, before one could come, " Hello. " She turned to see Aileen, the ballerina, " That was beautiful, Quin! I would love to come to your next concert! " She didn't realize that she would talk to so many of them, and she gave a smaller smile than before, " Thank you, Miss Aileen, " she replied to her, bowing her head, and trying to calm down, " I am glad you feel that way, and really, thank you for coming to see me perform. It means a lot to me. " Aileen was a very sweet girl, and very talented. Kallisti had once gone to see her dance, long ago, and it was a very beautiful performance. She had always wanted to play for Aileen, to have her dance for her one day. It seemed like a lovely prospect.

Back to Madeline Kallisti turned, feeling like she had heard something come out of her mouth, but it didn't make it because of Aileen and Tyler - not that she didn't appreciate it. When she realized she missed what Madeline said, the girl was turning away, giving her a wave. " Dammit, " Kallisti inwardly cursed to herself - she missed what Madeline said, so rude of her! She chided herself for a moment before deciding that she wasn't letting the other girl go so easily, " Madeline, " she tried again, " I apologize, I missed what you said . . . "

Just then, she saw the same elderly woman pass in front of the small group, and Kallisti took a step back, almost tripping, but catching herself before it could happen. " Please do not let her be here, please. Please. Please. " she begged silently in her head, trying not to let her distress show. She was much more interested in what Madeline had to say, anyway.

She was grateful that the others weren't coming to storm for congratulations; the last thing she needed was a crowd so breakdown on the inside in. She swore she had seen Cherno, but when she looked around, he seemed nowhere to be found, and she sighed, slightly disappointed. She spotted Brian, and then there was Ashina, and Chase talking to each other, both of them glancing her way. Would they come? Perhaps not . . . She wasn't even sure why half of these people came to see her play. She knew she was of higher-than-average talent, but it wasn't that magnificent . . . Probably for moral support, but she appreciated it very much . . .

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[/url] xxxxxxxxxx ❝When one worries about things too much, they tend to jinx themselves.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx This is not a good practice to uphold. You should instead, relax.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Despite the troubles that arise, the show must go on, always.❞

P L E A S E , xC A L L xM E xQ U I N T U S .​

O R xQ U I N , xI F xY O U xP R E F E R .​

xxxxxxxxxx The music came to an end, and cheers erupted from the crowed, echoing loudly throughout the amphitheater. Kallisti took a breath, inhaling all of the applause, letting it get to her for just a split second, and then breathing out, all her positive emotions being put in check. Even the people she hadn't expected to be there, like Elizabeth and Temperance, they were clapping, too. When Kallisti looked to Madeline, she was almost elated to see that she enjoyed it. This was a good night.

She took a bow, and then disappeared behind the fluidly moving curtains, only to be bombarded by her mentor in a tight hug, " That was magnificent, Quin! " Elizabeth said in to her hair, " You did a great job! " Kallisti was always stunned when someone showed her affection just like this. She wasn't the best at returning it, but she did smile, and thanked Elizabeth for all her help. They went on to talk about the next concert that was in three months, and then the UMA contest that was being held here, at this very same place in four months. Hopefully . . . Nothing will have changed by then.

By the time she had cased up and put on her coat, people were either gone, or at the reception part, which wouldn't last more than an hour or two. She found that the others of the e-mail were awkwardly spread around, looking like they didn't want to talk to each other in the least, and so she almost did the same, until she decided to talk to only one of them. If the rest of them wanted to talk, then they'd have to come to her.

She made her way over to Madeline, smiling, " I am very glad that you could make it, Madeline, " she said with a smile, feeling a pair of eyes on her back making her uncomfortable. When she turned slightly to see who it might be, an elderly woman had just turned around, and Kallisti frowned, soon turning back to Madeline, " I hope you enjoyed yourself? What did you think? "

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omfg i cant

[?] Who's this douchebag?

Happy birthday, Midnight. Have a nice day.

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[/url] xxxxxxxxxx ❝When one worries about things too much, they tend to jinx themselves.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx This is not a good practice to uphold. You should instead, relax.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Despite the troubles that arise, the show must go on, always.❞

P L E A S E , xC A L L xM E xQ U I N T U S .​

O R xQ U I N , xI F xY O U xP R E F E R .​

xxxxxxxxxx For just a moment, Kallisti felt her heart throb against her rib cage in a nervous spasm, but it was only once. She grabbed her violin and looked to Elizabeth to give her the okay. " You're going to do great, " she said, and then went out on to the stage to prep her performance. She took a deep breath and began to finger through the music in her mind, just as she always did, to calm herself down.

" Ladies and gentleman, " she heard Elizabeth begin in her serene voice, " Tonight, I would like to present to you Kallisti Quintus Lein, a first violinist of the All-State Orchestra. She will be playing Violin Sonata No. 1 in G minor, BMV 1001, composed by Johann Sebastian Bach in 1720, first published in 1802. The music style is Baroque, and the four movements are Adagio, Fuga, Sicilliana, and Presto. " she then went on to explain, " I do hope you enjoy the performance, and please remember to turn off all sound on your cellphones and other electronic devices. With out further ado, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Kallisti Quintus Lein,"

And that's when, from behind the curtains, stepped a much calmer looking Kallisti, her violin and bow in hand. The light shone on her, and when she turned to the crowd, they began to clap. She looked up and quickly scanned the people; they were all here. Most all of the people in the e-mail, they were here? How did they all hear about the concert? Tumblr? Someone had to be her focal point . . . She saw Madeline, Anthony, Elizabeth, Xavier, Chase, Ashina, Aileen, Brian . . . Oh, Tyler and Abigail! What a relief he was there . . .

. . . They were all here in one place, how odd. This made her feel much more calm, although that felt like the wrong state to be in. She inhaled and set her chin on the chin rest of her violin, beginning to feel comfortable on stage as she took up this routine. She loved performing for the same reason it made her queasy. The people, their thoughts, their listening, their focus.

It was exhilarating.

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Writing up what might be a bit of a long post, so if you've got something to post before the concert begins, you might want to make it quick.

Just a heads up.

o m f g what is this

[?] Intooduce Yourself

Hi. • u •

✖ Sylvia Plath was an American poet, novelist, and short story writer. How do you think she died?​

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✖ If you guessed old age, you're wrong. Sylvia Plath committed suicide by placing her head in the oven, while the gas was on. She was 30-years-old.​

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✖ Did you know that the indie rock band The Antlers have a song named " Sylvia ", and some of the lyrics refer to Sylvia Plath?​

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✖ Poppet?​

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✖ NHIE?​

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✖ You're one of my favorite people.​

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✖ Mish is definitely a whore, but she's our whore? ( I love you, Mish )​

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✖ Why " lackadaisical " ?​

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✖ Did you enjoy your time as a Staff member?​

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✖ The ever-original: Impressions?​

Well, fuck. Now we can't amputate your hand and design a new, robotic, badass one for you.

I think that might sound like your loss.

Glad your hand is okay.

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[/url] xxxxxxxxxx ❝When one worries about things too much, they tend to jinx themselves.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx This is not a good practice to uphold. You should instead, relax.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Despite the troubles that arise, the show must go on, always.❞

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xxxxxxxxxx Fifteen minutes until show time. Even though Kallisti had been through this routine a million times before, she still got that flutter of nervous excitement in her stomach, the one that not only anticipated the crowd, but their reactions to their music, and sometimes, their approval. Through everything else, Kallisti didn't care what others thought about her, but her music was something different. While she still played because she loved it, she would barely show that she wanted approval of her skills. Acknowledgement.

She had done a quick run through of the parts in the music she had the most trouble with and found that they were no longer any trouble at all. The piece was rather . . . long, but she never saw any point in gathering several people to only be here for a few minutes. No, this song was quite . . . long.

On her chair, her phone vibrated and she looked at it, wondering who the message could be from. She smiled when she saw it was from Tyler, wishing her good luck.

" Good luck . . . " she thought to herself, staring at her violin, phone still in hand. Considering who might be in the crowd tonight, she just might need it . . .

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I'm going to wait until later tomorrow to get the ball rolling on the concerts ( that's going to be a loooooooooooong 30 minutes ) so that everyone can have a chance to post before I get started.

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[/url] xxxxxxxxxx ❝ There are some things that, no matter what one is to do, never go away.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Almost like one does not want them to go away, despite the pain and torture.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx They want the horror to be branded in their mind forever and on. ❞

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xxxxxxxxxx 3:00AM - Toss. Turn. Toss. Turn. Hurt neck. Toss. Turn. Clench teeth. Toss. Turn. Toss. Let out a strangled sob.

4:00AM - Roll over. Move head. Gasp for air. Roll over. Rip at sheets. Another strangled sob.

5:00AM - Lay in bed. Peer at ceiling with dead eyes. Thirsty. You're not going back to sleep. Get up. There's a good chance you're going to be up for at least eighteen hours.

7:30AM - Two cups of coffee and that's it. Your dad left you a note, you read it: " I'll be sure to be at your concert, love. Good luck for the rest of your day. Oh, your grandma might be coming too, but I'm not sure, don't get your hopes up. "

Until 6:30PM - Despair and rejoice at the people who are coming. Who knows, she might not even be there - but why would she even come in the first place? Grandmother knows all; she must have figured out that father wanted to visit mother. She wanted to be there, to be over Kallisti's shoulder, whispering horrible things in her ear, reminding her that mother hated her forever. She couldn't think about things like that, not today. She was going to play for a lot of people, and she didn't want to mess up because a malicious woman may or may not show up.

She told Elizabeth, and she said not to worry about it; Kallisti would be so wrapped up in playing beautifully that the guests wouldn't matter, it would be just her, and the music. Soon after that, Kallisti began to ponder if falling in love with her music counted as romance. If this " demoness " was really clever, then she guessed so. There were only thirty minutes now, until the concert would begin, and she wasn't even at the park, yet.

Her father was so oblivious. He didn't know anything about grandmother or her uncle. That was for the best.

6:34PM - Kallisti decided that she should get to the park, to set up. Elizabeth might already be there, waiting for her, and would probably chide her for not being their earlier - this was her concert after all. She then proceeded to get dressed, feeling very elated for today's happenings, and grabbed all of her stuff: her bag, keys, and violin case. She hopped into her car, and drove north on 62nd Ave, until she reached the Coy City Music Theater ( and giant gazebo ) at the Park.

" Finally, Quintus. " Elizabeth said, meeting the girl at the car, " You're never one to be late. " she commented, and Kallisti frowned at her, telling her that she didn't think she was really all that late, " Well, no matter. We should get to practicing. You've got a big night ahead of you! "

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[/url] xxxxxxxxxx ❝ I feel uncomfortable, even lying here in my bed. All of those things . . .
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx There are just some things that you do not tell other people . . .
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx No matter how much these things may eat you from the inside until nothing is left but a hollow shell. ❞

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xxxxxxxxxx She knew that she had botched it when she had almost referred to Temperance as " Queen Bee. " To be perfectly honest, that's not what she wanted to call her in the least bit. Normally, in her mind, she referred to her as The Peacock, for she was always flashing her feathers everywhere. It was not the most proper term, for Temperance wasn't a male, but it was a metaphorical thing, so it passed in her mind.

" Of course. It'd be a pleasure to see you jive away with your wonderfully virtuoso violin skills, sister. " Sister, there it was again, " Thanks for inviting me back in school. " Oh, so he had gotten the cue, lovely, and then he gave her a smile she could only return, " Bein' honest, I'd love yo get to know you more, you dig? " . . . What? " We can go hit it up somewhere in the future, maybe. Bring your other cats, too." She wasn't friends enough with anyone to bring them, except perhaps Tyler, " It'd be swining', I can tell you this. "

Kallisti did not speak this . . . slang, but she did know what he was saying, and she was slightly flattered, embarrassed, and a little appalled at the same time about it. Cherno was a lovely boy, but it was already hard enough being close to people. Shooting her with a finger gun, Cherno was gone, and she smiled after him. He was nice, and she was glad he would come tomorrow, " R - really? I'd love to come! " Anthony said excitedly, jumping out of the booth and successfully capturing Kallisti's attention, " What time is it? You're really going to like me being there? Wow, this is amazing! "

This one was like a bullet, but Kallisti could do nothing but smile; he was almost adorable, " 7:00pm, sharp, " she answered, " Yes, I would really like it if you were to be there, I am glad you would like to come, too. "

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xxxxxxxxxx So everything would be left up to tomorrow, wouldn't it? Kallisti had left the diner some time ago, finding nothing for her there, or nothing to keep her there. She had done practically nothing all day - she would have fared much better going over to Tyler's, which didn't sound like a bad idea now, but it was getting late.

She almost couldn't pry the events of the morning off of her mind. Poor Mr. Paschal might have a lawsuit against him for what happened. Who is unlucky enough to be crushed by an old sign anyway? It was a horrible way to die. Then there was Madeline. That had been an interesting interaction, but she had expected nothing less. While Madeline seemed just like an ornery girl, there was probably many, many issues behind that. Although she left a bitter and slightly unpleasant taste in Kallisti's mouth, she had thought of her always like a bittersweet candy.

. . . She had just yet to get to the sweet part.

Kallisti began to mentally count the number of people she had personally invited: Tyler, for sure, and suggested to him to bring along Abigail. Madeline, yesterday at school, and she received a confirmation today. The same with Daniel, yesterday at school, and she motioned to Cherno to come, and received his confirmation, too, along with Anthony's. Maybe she had not invited so many people from the e-mail after all. Every single time she glanced at the list, it seemed like more and more people's names appeared. She found that almost annoying, how she missed things like that, but the more the merrier, as they say.

When she got home, Kallisti went straight up to her room, stripped off her clothing, and put on sleepwear, which basically consisted of a shirt and spandex shorts. She let down her long and dark hair and then laid back on her bed. Tomorrow was her concert. Father wanted to go and visit mother.

Kallisti did not want to go visit mother. She curled up into a little ball like a cat, in the center of her bed. Mother hated her, surely, for what she did. Her grandmother told her so, when she last saw her. Mother would hate her forever.

Her grandmother . . . Perhaps she was C, and had merely sent that e-mail to her and a random sixteen other people to scare her. She hated Kallisti, but her granddaughter didn't think she was capable of being that immature. Only spiteful and hateful, and manipulative . . . Among many, many other things, she was responsible for the death of Kallisti's only cat, Jelli.

Silently, the girl wondered if the other kids in the e-mail were from cloudy pasts or even worse, like her own.

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[/url] xxxxxxxxxx ❝ I do not like the queen, for I was fond of her first incarnation, but this new one leaves a bitter taste.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I liked the white kitten with the pink bow of the three, but not this one.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I feel like I have been ripped off. ❞

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xxxxxxxxxx Kallisti patiently waited while Cherno came to. He seemed very out of it when he lifted his head, so she took a step or two back from him to give him some room. He peered around to realize who he was in the company of; Kallisti, who was still waiting, and then Anthony, munching on the food in front of him that Kallisti didn't exactly remember him ordering. A strange boy, that one.

" Oh , uh, yo. Hey there . . . Quintus - no, Quin, yeah? " she raised an eyebrow for what might have been the hundredth time that day as he stumbled over what to call her, " Thanks, heh. I sort of . . . shot my synapses there, you follow? "

Kallisti had never thought on it before, but Cherno had a bit of a strange vernacular, a very different way of speaking than that of other people she had talked to before. It was much more competent sounding, that was for sure, " Quintus, if you prefer to call me. I do not mind. " she told him, " And yes, I believe we've all ' burnt out ' on one instance or another. Understandable. "

He smiled tiredly at him and then she watched his face contort into something of disgust and shock, maybe? She quickly jumped out of his way as he proceeded to fend of the diner table as if it were a beast of the most foul kind. This was . . . different, she supposed, " F U C K . " and this time, Kallisti raised both of her eyebrows. She continued to watch his reactions with interest as he grabbed the glass of water that the waitress had brought earlier, and then used the water to clean his face, then . . . He poured a bit of it on the table.

Kallisti stood up straight. Was she missing something? What was this behavior? What should she do? Her face remained completely passive, but with interest, and the whole of the diner was falling silent around them. As if realizing the world did indeed exist, Cherno looked at her nervously and with a sheepish smile. He must have felt like a complete mess. Kallisti seemed to be dealing with a lot of those kinds of people today, so when he shot for normal " S - so, don't mind me. What fancies you coming here, sister? " . . . Sister? And he chuckled nervously.

" . . . I was unable to finish my coffee at Vermil's across the street, for there was an accident. " she explained to him in an even tone of voice, " I thought I might come here. I wasn't, however, expecting you or Quee - . . . " She really shouldn't let her personal feelings get in the way, " . . . Miss Temperance to be here, much less together. "

She then thought she might take this as her chance to get his confirmation to come to her concert tomorrow, " Will you be coming to see me play at Sealand Park, tomorrow? I would be very happy if you did. " And then she remembered that Anthony was there too, and she gave him a small smile behind her brown scarf, " I would like it if you were there too, Anthony. "

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[/url] xxxxxxxxxx ❝ I do not like the queen, for I was fond of her first incarnation, but this new one leaves a bitter taste.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I liked the white kitten with the pink bow of the three, but not this one.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I feel like I have been ripped off. ❞

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xxxxxxxxxxThe Peacock had made herself scarce at the diner just about ten minutes ago, and Kallisti had received her coffee, drinking in the warm, slightly bitter substance. She watched quietly as Anthony took her place and began shooting off this or that to Cherno who was looking sickly, for some reason. His face was becoming pale, and Kallisti was just becoming aware that she was leaning forward and was stancing herself so that she could get up on a moment's notice. She heard Anthony say something, but her attention was solely focused on Cherno.

And that's when he slumped over. Did he pass out? Faint? Regardless, Kallisti immediately rose from her booth and made her way to Cherno's side - what was she doing? She didn't react with people unless they came to her first. She had been acting like this since that e-mail.

Ignoring Anthony, sweet as he was, she slid into the booth where Cherno sat and she placed her hand on his shoulder. Water was sat down in front of her, and when the waitress asked what was wrong, she shooed her away.

" Hello, Cherno, are you alright? " she asked cautiously, hoping that he could hear her.

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[/url] xxxxxxxxxx ❝I do not understand you, but perhaps that is for the best.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Do not worry, I do not think ill of you. Emotions happen to everyone.
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xxxxxxxxxx " I'll come to your concert, tomorrow. " Madeline said to her quietly, and Kallisti raised an eyebrow. She seemed to do that a lot after Madeline said something to her. She hadn't even mentioned anything about the concert, but she said it to her as if it were a secret or something. It wasn't. " Thanks again. " And with that, Madeline was out of her presence.

While Kallisti wasn't completely dumbfounded she was very confused as to what just happened. Madeline was a strange girl, indeed. " You are welcome. " she replied to the long-gone girl softly. With a sigh, Kallisti straightened herself out and looked around the area. How much time had gone by? Not much, surely. They were still cleaning up the area of the accident, but the firetruck was gone. No fire.

Her pocket vibrated and she reached in to bring out her phone. Two text messages, one from her father and the other from Tyler. When she tapped in her replies, she sighed again. Where to go now? Maybe she should practice, like Tyler thought she was doing. It was an important day for her tomorrow, but . . . she didn't know if she wanted to go home. The park, maybe? She looked across the street; Lacey's? She didn't even get to finish her coffee, and she had heard their's wasn't bad, so she hopped into her black car and maneuvered traffic to get across without dying.

When she walked in, she saw three familiar faces: Cherno - Mr. Logic, Temperance - Ms. Cheerleader Bee, and young Anthony - Mr. VR. That . . . was an unusual combination. Exactly what were they doing here, toge - and then she almost palmed her face when she realized they were all people mentioned in the e-mail. She had been pushing those names away, the e-mail away, but one couldn't escape from destiny.

While they were absorbed in each other, Kallisti sat in the booth behind them, facing Cherno and Temperance's back so she wouldn't have to see her face - as nice as it was, she held the girl in a low disregard and had a very low tolerance and opinion of her. She gave a small smile to Cherno, though, to show acquaintanceship. When the waitress came for her order, she complied and asked for coffee and cream, hoping the sign of the shop wouldn't fall on some unsuspecting person.

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