Fresh Wounds ||Open||

[Margaret Fox]

Margaret walked around a bit, still dressed in her boy’s uniform. She was leaning against a brick wall with her arms crossed. She felt so trapped hear. She was trapped inside her own head, and the difficulties that came with it. She was trapped in this school, and it’s rules, and classes, and fairly demanding Teachers when it came to academics. She sighed and closed her eyes as the wind started to pick, blowing her long, now and a bit light-ish-dirty-blonde hair. She sighed, and rubbed the back of her head against the brick of the wall. Holly stood a little ways away, arguing with herself rather or not to go and talk to Margaret. The girl was troubled, that was easy to see. Holly knew Margaret had had other problems like this, deciding rather or not she liked a certain gender. But, it never had been this obvious or this difficult for the younger girl. Holly sighed, and soon walked over. She’d given into the new uniforms, as she didn’t mind skirts, and ties, even liked getting up in the morning knowing she was going to put this on, and that was the end of it. She shook her head, dismissing unimportant thoughts. “You know you’re going to have to change.” Holly said, not trying to be mean. She was simply pointing out that Margaret couldn’t last long in a boy’s uniform. Margaret rolled her eyes. “And why is that?” she retorted. Holly narrowed her eyes. “Don’t be getting an attitude with me Missy.” Holly warned. Margaret rolled her eyes again, now becoming more agitated than before. “Look, Margaret.” Holly sighed. “You can’t go on like this, I mean, seriously…” she took a step towards her sister but Margaret gave her a discouraging look. “Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?” Holly questioned, now done with this ‘free love and understanding’. Holly grabbed Margaret by her arm. Margaret gritted her teeth as she tried to squirm away, giving it pretty decent effort. Holly wasn’t amused by the effort Margaret was making, and soon, forced her to the ground. Holly pulled each of Margaret’s arms, and crossed them across her chest, while she forced her into the dirt,

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[Gwen Rosalie]

Gwen sat in a tree nearby laughing, she had her legs crossed so no one could look up her skirt and see her underwear. She held on to the branch as she was laughing so hard that she might fall off. Of course Margaret was still refusing to use the girl's uniform. Gwen wasn't so happy with the fact of uniforms, but at least she could do something to her hair. She had the Tokyo ponytail. She fell off her branch as she had laughed to hard, and rolled down the hill stopping next to Margaret and Holly, she said "Ello!" She then hopped onto a random nyan cat floating in the air because the author needs 200 words for this post to work in the word count on the site. And this is how she usually passes classes that have papers with word counts on them. She flew up a rainbow and around in the clouds not caring people could see her hot pink house-elf underwear. And the author still needs more words, the grass was missing spots of grass and had just dirt. It looks like a nasty green like puke or snot! I LOVE DRAGONS!!! Gwen landed on the ground hopping like she was full of sugar, which she was as she had double pancakes drowned in syrup that morning!