Post by Margaret Fox on Aug 4, 2011 23:18:32 GMT -5
Margaret still didn't know what she was. She had confirmed with herself in the mirror that she was 5 foot 6, had Blondie hair that was finally darkening, and blue eyes. The reason for the excitement over her hair darkening was that she would be less easy to spot in a crowd. Margaret groaned inwardly as she got out of bed. She had had a long talk with Alucard about herself. She had even had a certain relation with him... But she had decided that she had only kissed him because she had feelings for him in his female form. She had decided that she was not going to be in a girl-boy relationship, but she wasn't ready to make her situation public. BUT. She would not were a skirt. She would not, never ever, no, no, no. Skirts were not going to happen.
So, she had snatched a boy’s uniform for herself. She would much rather walk around school stark naked than were a damn skirt. She was completely set on her hatred of skirts, and didn't plan on changing that opinion, hard headed as she was it should have been expected. Margaret undressed in her room, as the only other person in the room was her twin sister, and the black haired girl was still passed out. So she changed quickly, into her boy’s uniform. It wasn't exactly the attire she liked, but she wouldn't were a girls uniform. Hell, with today's technology she could in fact be a boy... Margaret wasn't willing to go that far! No, no, nooooooo.
She disliked people like that, that do that, and men in general. Her idea of men was ruined. She had witnessed what had been done to her sister, not all of it, but she'd heard the horrors. She knew not all men were evil... but she wasn't going to take her chances. She went up to a mirror and adjusted her tie. She picked up a brush and began to brush out her hair, tying her blonde hair into a side pony tail. She looked over at Gwen and shook her head; she wasn’t going to mess with Texas, hell, not this early in the morning. She slipped out of the room and walked around a bit in the halls than walked into her first period. A few kids were there, and they stared at her slightly, as if they didn’t know if she was a boy or girl. She rolled her eyes and sat down at her desk. Holly soon walked in and gave Margaret a questioning look. Margaret rolled her eyes. “Shuddup…” Margaret snorted. “Did I say anything darling baby sister?” Holly asked, whapping her on the head softly. “Meh.” Margaret narrowed her eyes at Holly. “You know they’re going to make you change.” Holly said as she said in the row next the Margaret’s. Margaret just shrugged. “Doesn’t mean I’m gonna.” Holly smirked. “Well aren’t you just the everyday bad ass?” Margaret glared at Holly. “Seriously, shut up, you’re annoying.” Holly was unaffected. She’d been told worse after all. Holly could all most place Margaret's words in many people's mouths. They knew who they were. She even remembered a certain drawing of a farm girl bursting into flames a certain other mind reader had drawn. Holly had found it awkward when people insulted her. It was like, 'I've made mistakes and so have you. Is there really a point to all this trying to hurt people mess?' that was how Holly saw it, how other people took it was a different matter.
So, she had snatched a boy’s uniform for herself. She would much rather walk around school stark naked than were a damn skirt. She was completely set on her hatred of skirts, and didn't plan on changing that opinion, hard headed as she was it should have been expected. Margaret undressed in her room, as the only other person in the room was her twin sister, and the black haired girl was still passed out. So she changed quickly, into her boy’s uniform. It wasn't exactly the attire she liked, but she wouldn't were a girls uniform. Hell, with today's technology she could in fact be a boy... Margaret wasn't willing to go that far! No, no, nooooooo.
She disliked people like that, that do that, and men in general. Her idea of men was ruined. She had witnessed what had been done to her sister, not all of it, but she'd heard the horrors. She knew not all men were evil... but she wasn't going to take her chances. She went up to a mirror and adjusted her tie. She picked up a brush and began to brush out her hair, tying her blonde hair into a side pony tail. She looked over at Gwen and shook her head; she wasn’t going to mess with Texas, hell, not this early in the morning. She slipped out of the room and walked around a bit in the halls than walked into her first period. A few kids were there, and they stared at her slightly, as if they didn’t know if she was a boy or girl. She rolled her eyes and sat down at her desk. Holly soon walked in and gave Margaret a questioning look. Margaret rolled her eyes. “Shuddup…” Margaret snorted. “Did I say anything darling baby sister?” Holly asked, whapping her on the head softly. “Meh.” Margaret narrowed her eyes at Holly. “You know they’re going to make you change.” Holly said as she said in the row next the Margaret’s. Margaret just shrugged. “Doesn’t mean I’m gonna.” Holly smirked. “Well aren’t you just the everyday bad ass?” Margaret glared at Holly. “Seriously, shut up, you’re annoying.” Holly was unaffected. She’d been told worse after all. Holly could all most place Margaret's words in many people's mouths. They knew who they were. She even remembered a certain drawing of a farm girl bursting into flames a certain other mind reader had drawn. Holly had found it awkward when people insulted her. It was like, 'I've made mistakes and so have you. Is there really a point to all this trying to hurt people mess?' that was how Holly saw it, how other people took it was a different matter.
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