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@roro-ahn​

    High School, a sweet memoir for all those in the graduation class of ‘19, they were finally free and ready to go off and start their adult lives. Well, Rowan would be after she completed her summer school make up for the classes she failed. Listen, she wasn’t very studious, never had been. She was far too easily distracted. It’s why she hadn’t bothered applying for any colleges, she figure she’d take a year or so, find what she wanted to do, then go for it next time. That was fine, right?      She was holding her hand out the open window, making it swim along the current of air as she considered which career path would be more achievable. Instagram Influencer? She had quite a few followers and she was pretty quirky, but she didn’t think she could commit to the upload schedule. Youtuber? She had no experience in video editing, but she was sure it wasn’t too hard. But she’d just blown all her money on a danged switch of all things... She’d have to save up. Man, the thought of being an adult was scary.      Simon’s voice cut through her internal monologue and she looked across at him with a smile “it was fine, Teach says I’m allowed to have my earbuds in when I work because the music helps me concentrate. So that’s a bonus” At his mention of a possible beach trip, she fumbled to sit up straight in her chair and patted her thighs excitedly with both hands. “The beach! Frick yeah! I wanna build a sand castle! No, A sand tortoise! I wanna make a sand tortoise and dedicate it to Governer Shell! Then I’ll build a castle around it! Oh man, this is gonna be awesome!”

it was a tiny raindrop at first- just a tiny little droplet to hit her head. and the first thought to come to her mind was to curse the upcoming new moon for enacting such treachery on a bright sunny day. she had half of her iced latte gone in a cup in her left hand, while her right hand was busy scrambling around for the obviously missing umbrella from her pouch that hung on her shoulders. a second droplet tested her patience. and finally a third drop brought out the worst of the worst– daylight rain. on the street she was walking on the sun that had beat down on the pavement now created a foggy mist from the contact of rainwater and heat. and the orange static in her hair frizzed at its ends. and after opening her eyes from a quiet seething,  she sighed. Parker’s pink translucent heart-shaped glasses obscured her vision. she was battling an already losing game with this water as her clothes became all too drenched to even bother with the umbrella she’d left at her house. she grumbled, walking over to the nearby trashcan to toss away that coffee cup.

     Rain: beautiful, refreshing, cooling rain. The midday downpour started a few minutes after she’d left her apartment building, Rowan’s light outfit was now suitably soaked with the sudden torrent from the skies and she was relishing the feeling. Backpack swinging behind her as she skipped along the path, hopping from puddle to puddle in her doc martens, her hair was sopping and sticking to her as she giggled to herself. She used to play this game with her Mom when she was a kid, and still at the ripe old age of 18 it kept her entertained.       Making to perform a particularly impressive leap towards a puddle that was farther away than any prior, she reared back slightly as another body came into view last minute. Landing a step or so away and wobbling ominously in place as she almost tumbled over in her err. She caught herself, mumbling a quiet “nice” as she straightened and smiled at the orange haired girl who was already apologising.     “Hey, no bother dude. I didn’t step on a crack so my Mama’s back is safe!” she grinned, pointing down at her boot-clad feet that were squarely in the middle of a paving stone “man your hair colour is so nice!" she gasped, leaning forwards to inspect it closer “won’t it run and stain your clothes though? You should probably get inside and dry off.”

With a hood pulled up over their head, the dark haired vampire dug through the shelves, thin fingers itching to stuff at least one of these items into their pockets. They were resisting though, the last thing they needed was to call attention to themselves. To add another arrest to their record just because they couldn’t seem to keep their compulsions under control. 

     Eyes wide, lips slightly parted in concentration and fingers trailing along the plastic cases gently whilst she searched for something new to play, Rowan was in her element. She’d finally saved up enough money to afford a Nintendo Switch, the box tucked under her arm haphazardly as she now looked at the selection of games she could explore and enjoy.      She was torn between Breath of the Wild and Pokemon Let’s Go! Honestly, she had enough money for both, it would just mean cutting down on buying snacks or asking Uncle Simon for a little cash to tide her over. The tall girl chewed her lip as she mulled it over, she could ask Uncle Han, or even Mimi... Or she could pick up an extra couple of shifts... She really wanted them both. A voice behind her snapped her out of her reverie and she looked around to scold the offender for their bad language in public.      “Hey dude, this is a PG film, less of the profanity!” she grinned, angling her head to try and see what it was they had tucked under their arm “whatcha lookin’ for? Maybe I can help, I know the owner, he might have somethin’ else in the back!” she offered, inclining her head to the cashier desk.

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     Walking back in the direction she’d already come, Rowan grumbled under her breath as she stomped along the pavement in her black sneakers. She’d practically been on the home stretch of her journey, she could see the apartment building, taste the ramen she was planning to cook, feel the soft fabric of her comforter wrapped round her whilst she continued watching “you who came from the stars” for the fourth time, when she remembered she had an errand to run on the other side of town that she’d stupidly forgotten about.       The overhead bell of the laundromat dinged musically twice, once when she opened the door and again when it swung shut behind her. Stepping swiftly up to the counter, she looked around for the clerk who was of course, absent. Tapping the bell for attention a little aggressively a few times, she used her palms to lever her weight as she peered round the corner and into the back without much fruition. Sighing in annoyance she turned to the nearest person to ask if they’d seen where the attendant had gone to.      The man, paying as much attention as she often did to the world, made her chuckle with his comment and bought down her anger levels somewhat instantly. “Huh, fair excuse. I’m more partial to Madonna if we’re talking musical divas, but Mariah is a strong contender.” she grinned “I just asked if you knew where the dude was, I have a hot date with some instant noodles that I’m late for and I really need to collect this dang shirt.”