[@Framing A Moose][@Demonic Angel][@KatherinWinter]


It was a while or so after that she finally picked the last piece of glass from her hand, still bleeding unfortunately.  She looked at where the mirror once stood, now nothing more than a broken wooden frame....empty and void with just the stark white wall behind it.  A void....just like her.  Slowly, the tip of her bloody finger reached for the wall, and upon it... a question was posed in bloody, macabre letters.  A question Evelyn has asked herself many times....but barely found anything worth being a correct answer.  Written on the wall in her blood, simple...yet deep, three words

[color=ed1c24][h3]A M  I  E V I L ?[/h3][/color]

Afterwards, she wrapped her hand in gauze and left the dorms for the classroom, making sure to snatch up her textbooks and whatever else she needed.  Upon entering, she overheard the brunette from earlier asking another girl if she was excited to be here.  It wasn't her place, but rudely Evelyn cut in with a sharp quip, [color=ed1c24]"Hmph!  Thrilled..."[/color]  Her shoulder checked the brunette as she stormed past them, a harsh glare towards the girl she was speaking to, some Chinese looking chick.  [color=ed1c24]"Couldn't think of a better place to waste my life."[/color]  Then she looked for her seat.  There was one left open, but....much to her chagrin.....it was the seat beside who else but Ursula's brat.

[color=ed1c24]"So we meet again, Ink Stain."[/color]  Evelyn remarked.  She slammed her books down on the hardwood desk, flopping down in her seat with a bitter huff of warm air.  [color=ed1c24]"Where's your scrawny she-male?"[/color]