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    sapphy posted an update in the group RP Level 0: The Clearing 1 year, 9 months ago

    Sorry. It’s been a while.

    Chapter 17:

    Evelyn’s POV

    I hate this place.
    I hate the grey walls, the earthy smell, the hundreds of feet pressing on your head every time you walk.
    I hate the way my footsteps sound, echoing with every step I take.
    I hate the sound of the voices whispering about war.
    I hate how everyone is always talking about war.
    But most of all, I hate what it makes people.
    We’ve been here for just under a month. And already, Anya is… different. I don’t wnt to say bloodthirsty, but I feel like it’s true. Mae and Ellen are more argumentative, their anger quick to rise up and slow to cool down. Even Phoebe is more cold.
    I feel like I’m the only one who hasn’t changed.
    Or maybe I’ve changed. Maybe I’m seeing the world in a different light. A red, angry light.
    Seeing things in colours. It’s a Lyn thing to do. Synaesthesia. She isn’t just inside me any more. She sometimes comes out. Does things that make people wonder. They wonder whether I’m okay. Maybe ill. Or just insane.

    Anya’s POV

    You’ve seen it all before, right? Bad boy gets good girl to join his gang, then she finally realises that she’s better off alone.
    Except this time it’s not a boy. It’s me. And i have no idea how to deal with it.

    War is coming. They try to hide it from us, but we all know. They can’t hide something that big. It’s just not possible.
    I walk through the corridors and join Ellen and Mae.
    “The weather’s nice today, isn’t it?” Mae asks.
    Huh. She’s even worse at small talk than me. “Yes… um… what do you want to talk to me about?”
    Ellen grabs my arm and swings me around. “Lyn.”
    I swallow. “Yes?” I smile. Not that I want to, but I think it might help. I’m wrong.
    Mae scowls. “She’s always locked in her room. I don’t know why. Is she in trouble?”
    I’m sure she’s not. But their words have touched on something that has been bothering me ever since I last saw her. She looked at me with an odd look in her eyes. And if I didn’t know better, I’d say it was fear. But it can’t be. Can it?
    I am so lost in thought that I don’t notice Mae and Ellen exchanging a rare smile. I don’t hear the ticking behind the wall next to me. I don’t feel the air moving as something drops.
    But I do feel the pain as the wall explodes.
    This is war.

    Hope you liked it, there will be a LOT more action in the next chapter, comment if you want to be tagged or untagged, constuctive criticism is welcome, please comment,

        hesterisqueen replied 1 year, 9 months ago


          pencilpeytie replied 1 year, 9 months ago

          its amaaaaaaaaaazzzing! tagmetagmetagme!!

        sapphy replied 1 year, 9 months ago

        thank you! of course i will tag you!

        agathag replied 1 year, 9 months ago

        woww this is so good!! I’d say please update soon but you’ve already updated……………….. but wow

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