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[code] Grand Ridge Academy – Conference Room[/code] [hr]

“I remember the ball of light,” Tuyen visibly shuddered. She didn’t want to. She didn’t really want to remember anything from that night. If she was honest she’d just tried not to think about that part at all. She didn’t understand what I was.

She hadn’t really had time to worry about someone else the past month. Maybe she should’ve – she did care more about other people than herself. Just people she actually knew.

“I don’t think any of us are going to forget [i]that[/i],” Caelea spoke up, ignoring the strange blue haired person claiming they could bring drawings to life in favour of rolling her eyes at Martin’s response. Yeah none of them wanted to remember it, of course. That went without saying. “But we can’t forget it, so what I want to know is what the fuck that ball of light was and why it didn’t knock anyone else out. Really, what the fuck is going on with everything.”

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[code] Grand Ridge Academy – Conference Room[/code] [hr]

When Caelea challenged them Rien had pulled out the sketchbook they’d stashed away in their backpack, along with a pencil. The guy who seemed a bit up his own ass, Billy or something, started getting into some shit about them being stoned they realised they’d have to actually draw something. Honestly they hadn’t been planning to show it off like this, but whatever.

They knew they hadn’t been stoned or drunk – if anything it was one of the few times they weren’t. And anyway there had been witnesses. 

On the other hand they had to figure out something to draw that this Billy guy wouldn’t claim they could have had with them in the first place. Something live would probably be better. Something more dramatic than a butterfly.

A slight smile crossed Rien’s lips as they started to sketch, concentrating on putting some detail into it and completely ignoring the argument going on beside them. Cause honestly they didn’t give a fuck about what those two were talking about. It was getting a bit on their nerves but they could deal with it.

“Oh yeah, don’t worry, I am,” Rien gave a grin in response to Rita, holding up the almost finished drawing before going back to it. “I think it’ll get them to shut up.”

It didn’t take them that much longer to finish the drawing. They narrowed their eyes in concentration as they reached into it, pulling out the small bat that they’d drawn in a decent amount of detail. When they’d fully brought it out of the drawing they let it go – making sure it was going right in the direction of Billy’s face.

“You did ask if I could do a bat.”