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[code]Grand Ridge Academy – Smoker’s Corner[/code] [hr]	

Tuyen watched Justin carefully as he talked, noticeably distressed about whatever had happened that night. She knew he wasn’t telling her the whole story but decided it was best not to push him on it. There was things she didn’t really want to talk about too, after all. She understood.

“I’m glad that you made it out alive,” she responded quietly. Really, she was surprised more people hadn’t been killed. She only made it away because of Min dragging her and Martin’s distraction. Though it wasn’t really like she’d escaped what happened that night.

“Yeah, I just really needed time to think. I’m glad you understand unlike some people…” Tuyen sighed slightly. It was basically impossible to cut her cousin off, even though she hadn’t wanted to talk to him at all. Really she hadn’t wanted to talk at anyone at all.

She was a bit taken aback as Justin grabbed her hand, kind of staring at it for a few moments. She knew her problems weren’t nothing – but it didn’t mean she’d prioritise them over anyone else’s. They weren’t really important problems. Anyway, how did she even start to explain them.

“Talking about my problems would just make anyone think I’m crazy,” Tuyen looked away. “You know, seeing and hearing things that aren’t actually there. Last thing I want to do is go see some therapist.”

She glanced at her shadow, pleasantly still and [i]normal[/i] for once. She wondered just how long that would last and just how she could even begin to explain that. If she could even explain it.

“It’s hard to talk about. I don’t even know how to talk about it.”

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[code]Grand Ridge Academy – The Parking Lot[/code] [hr]

“Uh, shit, I’ll try and get it!” Rien half jumped after the butterfly, trying to grab at it but failing horribly. Okay, maybe they weren’t quite awake enough for this. But they also didn’t think they were hallucinating. That had definitely come out of the paper. And anyway, the drawing wasn’t there anymore. 

After another failed attempt at getting the butterfly, they turned back to Kimberley and Jordan with a shrug. “Uh, I could just draw something again? Something not moving this time and see if the same thing happens…”