#xvemodalen

    What a hell of a morning. The auburn-haired student     still felt the race of an infuriated pulse as she  paced     among the books in the library, barely capable of foc-     using on what titles she needed to look out for. Stupid     Vortex Club and their stupid, trashy, fucked up members.     She was so tired of hearing about them and dealing with     them in the hallway. She hadn’t even done anything to     any of those people, not even two weeks into her arrival.     Yet despite her initial avoidance of trouble, someone just     had to pick a fight. Why were they all such bitches? A su-     dden movement caught her attention, pulling her from her     thoughts and making her small frame jump a good ways.     Emerald hues eyed the unfamiliar, a guarded expression     chiseling her mouth into a frown, as she scrutinized the     other.