#mf threads

she waved her hand in front of the statue , watching closely to see if its eyes turned red . moving side to side , carefully observing the way its eyes followed her around the room . " hey , " she called out , " do these things have cameras in them ? i know he's watching me . probably waiting for the wind to blow up my skirt and check out my panties . "

head turned from where she was looking at the books , momentarily distracted by the approaching foot steps . there was no stopping the groan that left her lips . " again really ? what are you , like , stalking me ? for someone who doesn't seem to like me that much , you sure are obsessed with me . " there was no moment of peace available in this small town . no moment to be alone and sit in silence . no moment where she didn't have to wear one of one thousand faces . instead , she was confronted , anger quickly bubbling to the surface . the one feeling she was never able to leave behind . it stuck to her like she was a glue trap , threatening to burn her from the inside out . every day , she tampered that fire , doing her best to snuff it out . but today , with sebastian next to her again , the wildfire raged out of control .

she sat with her legs crisscrossed on robin's bed , the thought of curfew far from her mind , hands toying with a thread on the comforter as she had to debrief with her friend . needed to compare her experience with others to determine what her real opinion was about their new school . " do you think this is a trap ? like the palladian students crossed the ocean to infect our school with mold , then we'd have to come here where they could sacrifice us ? "

straightening up the poster she’d ripped the day before , she looked down at the tape on the ground and up to her hands on the poster . glancing around helplessly , she gestured with her head to the first person she made eye contact with . “ help me , please . just tape on the edges please . it’s so straight right now . i don’t want to mess anything else up . “ she’d ripped down a concert poster , taking it as a memento of her time here . it would go into the box beneath her bed like most things , only to gather dust and be forgotten . she’d ripped a second one in her rush to grab it and go , but the guilt chewed her up , so she returned to the scene of her crime to right her wrong . 

" what do you think would happen if someone scaled these shelves ? or knocked them over like giant dominoes ? do you think they'd get expelled or what ? " she stood next to piper , blending in like she'd been a part of the group the whole time . she was looking up , eyes roaming over the thousands of books lining the shelves , feeling like a child who needed to touch everything they weren't supposed to .

“ hey , “ she said , waving her hand while jogging to catch up with them . “ you study costuming , right ? “ her hands were on her knees as she caught her breath . chest heaving up and down like she’d just run a marathon . her platform boots were meant for style , not functionality . “ i need your help so bad . i need you to help me pick out an outfit for my first date with my new boyfriend . “ she smiled eagerly , not noticing anything off about confessing she hadn’t even been on a date with her so-called boyfriend . she’d been texting him nonstop , her new hyper fixation on campus . checking her phone constantly ; her mood shifting depending on quickly he replied . it seemed like a sign from a higher power when bambi walked by , vaguely recognizing them from campus back at langston . she was ready to capitalize on the moment and make sure she impressed him .

holding out her arms , she spun around and laughed . " ta-da ! that's my room . it's beautiful , right ? i hope you enjoyed it more than the tours of the school . " it didn't look much different than her room at langston . new bed sheets . new pictures . same roommate . same style . avarice was out , and she hadn't seen much of him since they landed in england . a quick text , and desmond was there . magdalena hopped onto her bed , scooting over and patting the spot next to her for him to join . legs drawn to her chest , dress tucked in between her thighs . arms encircling her like a worm wrapping itself in a cocoon . a physical barrier to protect against the question hanging off the tip of her tongue . the fear of the answer chilling her blood . the fear of the unknown heating her from the inside out . " i heard subin took you out . said you got sloppy , " she began , carefully watching his reaction . " had to make a good impression before classes start , dessy ? " warming him up before she plucked out the answers she craved with a surgeon's precision . " do you remember anything from that night ? " dancing around what she was searching for .

she sat on the crumbling stone wall , swinging her legs back and forth , bopping her head to a tune that was only heard in her ears . " i made a screen painting today . i've never done that before , have you ? hmmm , let's see , what else did i learn ? " she brought a finger to her cheek , tapping it slowly . " there's lot's of places to do art here . i think i'm going to learn to sew . do you think that's a good idea ? " earnest eyes turned toward murphy , eagerly awaiting her opinion .