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[h1][color=silver]Scarred for Life[/color][/h1]
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[h3][color=crimson]Savannah Churchill[/color] | [color=a187be]Allison Revel[/color][/h3]
[color=silver]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟝, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 // 𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕤 // 𝕊𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜[hr][/color]
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When Savannah got back from her shopping trip with Sophia, she eyed the many papers sitting on her desk. Groaning, she sat down. The exams instilled an immediate fear in her, leading her to shirking them for tomorrow. However, she did pick up the requisition sheet and examine it. It seemed that it was for acquiring items. Savannah thought about what she might want for a second. A phone, maybe? She had never had one. Or maybe a laptop, that could be useful for homework. 

But then Savannah thought of something that she really wanted. A cat. She had had a cat when she was younger, a gray beauty named 'Mittens'. Being 4 at the time, Savannah had thought nothing of the name, even though it was a hilariously bad name for the cat. The cat had died of old age when she was 7, so she didn't remember much. But she knew she wanted a cat. Taking the paper, she began to write on it.

[hider=Savannah's Requisition Sheet]
-Laptop
-Violin
-Phone
-Cat (preferably a female kitten)
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As soon as she had finished, Savannah grabbed the paper and bounced out of her room, going to the place where she could drop off the form. 

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After Savannah had dropped off the messy form, she was wondering what to do next. Perhaps she could go back to her room and do her exams. That was really all she had left to do. 

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Allison Revel had spent the majority of the day shopping, grabbing the few things she needed that she wasn't willing to pick up while in a group. There were two inconspicuous bags, both of which she cluched closed to herself. She was much too nervous about the items, and ashamed of the hours that it took her to stop fantisizing and buy them.

The arduous walk back to the dorms was nearly over, just a little bit longer. Allison stared straight ahead, attempting to ignore the endless cascade of thoughts that rolled through her head. The contents of the bag weren't doing her any favors, she didn't dare look into it.

And then Allison saw someone. Savannah was nearby, minding her own business. Allison hoped that the younger girl didn't notice her.

When Savannah saw Allison, she felt an urge to try to talk to her. She seemed to have just been shopping, for who knows what. So Savannah strode on up to her from behind.

[color=crimson]"Hello!"[/color] Savannah half-shouted.

Allison nearly tripped at the sudden sound from behind her, but caught herself, checking to make sure that nothing fell out of the bag. She turned around, cluching the bag to her chest. 

[color=a187be]"O-oh. Hi. What's up?"[/color] Allison's words were as stuttered and awkward as they had been the day before, reminding her of when Angel had caught her in the clothing store.

[color=crimson]"Ah, nothing much. Dreading doing the exams, that kind of stuff. What's in those bags of yours?"[/color] Savannah asked. 

[color=a187be]"Umm... N-nothing."[/color] Why did she have to ask about the bag? Why would anyone ask about the bag? It was just a bag! And Savannah of all people... [color=a187be]"You haven't finished the exams yet?"[/color] Allison attempted to divert the conversation away from the inconspicuous bag.

Okay, now THAT just sounded suspicious. Nothing? Those bags looked like they were full of stuff. But she'd play her game. [color=crimson]"No, I haven't. I've always sucked at school.[/color] Savannah said, sighing. 

[color=a187be]"Hmm. Well, if you ever need any help, feel free to come by my room, it's room 301, at any time."[/color] It seemed like a perfect place to end the conversation. Allison would walk off, carrying her bag to her room, and Savannah would be none the wiser about its contents. [color=a187be]"Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be going..."[/color] Allison said, as she slowly started to walk off.

[color=crimson]"Soooo, did those those pants of mine serve you well?"[/color] Savannah said. 

Allison's head jerked around immediately to face the girl once again.

[color=a187be]"What?"[/color]

Oh my god, did she not remember? [color=crimson]"The ones I tied around you so you wouldn't die?"[/color] Savannah said, blushing. 

Allison had no idea what Savannah was talking about. She must've been referring to the battle, when Allison was bleeding and mostly unconscious. Savannah had used her pants as a bandage? Allison's face turned red.

[color=a187be]"I was kind of unconscious. Thanks, I guess."[/color] Allison stared at the ground.

Could someone die of emabrassment? Cause Savannah was pretty sure she was going to do so at that moment. Sink into a hole and die? That was something she wanted to do at that exact moment. 

[color=crimson]"W-well, this is awkward, isn't it?"[/color] Savannah managed to stutter out. 

[color=a187be]"I-It's not that big of a deal, h-honestly. Don't worry about it."[/color] Allison moved to leave, walking at a rushed pace, and tripping on the first crack in the cement. The bag fell out of her hands, and onto its side. Allison nearly had a heart attack, though, luckily, nothing actually fell out of the bag. Allison stumbled to pick up the bag, and in her nervous state, tripped again.

Savannah ran over to Allison, and seeing her bag on the floor, picked it up. Picking it up, she caught sight of the things inside, and her face immediately heated up as she viewed it's contents. Her face stretched into one of horror as she saw the contents. Lacy, fancy underwear that would barely cover any skin at all. Ohhh my god. Savannah wasn't meant to view that. 

[color=crimson]"H-here's your b-b-bag back.[/color] Savannah said as she handed the bag back, still red as a fire truck and closing her eyes. She didn't want to see that ever again. Nope. Nope.

Allison jumped up from the ground and snatched the bag from Savannah's hands. She sprinted away, completely ashamed of what had just transpired. Hopefully she wouldn't  run into Savannah for the rest of the week, or her life if possible.