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Elliot at him as he spoke before stepped closer to him buried her face in his shirt. She clenched the fabric in her hands and sobbed as she stood there. The only person she wanted to was the person she was. The person that Jacob loved and people treated like family. She wanted to be that girl but she didn't know who that girl was. She could even imagine what she looked like with two flesh arm let alone how she spoke and acted. She cried against Jacob for sometime before she looked up at him, "Y-you said... That you... might be a-able to g-get the voice out of my head...."
Anastasia looked back down at her soup when Samsul looked at her. She didn't know how to bring it up again... She wasn't even sure if she was and she didn't want to worry him, even though he seemed more than okay with having children now. She sipped her soup quietly and slowly, not wanting to upset her stomach further. She had been feeling nauseous for a sometime now but she had been able to work through it till today, where it seemed she couldn't hold anything down. She took a deep breath and didn't look up from her soup as she stared at it. She rose a shaky spoon to her mouth and said in a less than hushed voice, "I think... I might be pregnant."

She put the spoon in her mouth quickly and swallowed the soup, "I don't know.... though...." she said quickly after, "I just... think I might be....."

Moments ago, she hadn't wanted to worry him and now she was blurting it out. Maybe because she didn't want to worry alone. Maybe because she wanted him to hold her and comfort her like he always managed to do. Even if she wasn't sure, there were signs, the sickness being a major one, the fact that she was late being another. She put her spoon down and rose a hand to her mouth, feeling ill again. She closed her eyes as it passed before she finally met Samsul's.
Anastasia shook her head when he said that they could wait until she was comfortable, till she wasn't scared, "I don't think we can," She whispered before Alex walked in.

She quickly wiped her eyes and sat up in the bed as Samsul brought the food over to her, placing it on the bed. She smiled at the boy, "Thank you, Alex."

She then looked up at Samsul, she wasn't sure if he had heard what she had said. She assumed he hadn't, since he didn't seem to be any different from moments before when he was trying to comfort her. She lifted her spoon and stirred the soup that had been brought up. She wasn't all to hungry. She had planned on just sitting with Samsul while he ate but she should eat... Even if it was just going to come up later. She rose the spoon her mouth and slowly sipped it off as she looked at Samsul.
Anastasia took a deep shaky breath and looked at Samsul, "So it scared her... Enough to let you work too hard too often."

She looked away from him and out the window at the other side of the room. If his mom had gotten that scared, to allow him to work harder than she ever want him to. To the point of where she met her and asked if she was pulling him out of his shell, making him work less. If she had gotten scared... How was Anastasia going to handle it when the moment came. She looked back at Samsul, tears in her eyes, "I'm scared..."
Anastasia smiled when he told her he loved her as well. She knew this, she knew it well. They had been married a few months and together a few months more. Millie had still been talking about them starting a family and Samsul had jumped onto the wagon with her. Anastasia was still on the fence, there was so much to do and she wanted for the two of them to raise their children. She didn't want work to be continuously pulling them away. They had gone about 'trying' here and there, although that had been less for the want or thought of children and more so for want of each other or lust. Not to mention, there were other things that scared her about having children. She had heard of the pain of childbirth and the aches of pregnancy. She also knew of the visions and those scared her the most. She had been given up due to one of those visions. Her mother had seen her father and herself killed in one of those visions. She that she would see a similar fate. She looked up at Samsul and squeezed his hand, "Did your mother... ever tell you what she saw when she had you?"
Millie smiled at Samsul as he thanked her. She curtsied, "No problem, your majesty, it is my job after all. Eric will be there soon."

She then turned in the opposite direction that the King left and walked down to the kitchens in search of Eric.
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Anastasia lay on the bed with her eyes closed when she heard the door open. She saw Samsul enter and smiled at him as he walked over to her. She moved over slightly in the bed to allow him to sit down, "I've been better but I've been worse," She replied in the same hushed tone. She took a deep breath, "Lots of sleeping.. Lots of being sick... Thankfully Millie has come in practically every time she's heard me move, so my bowl is always clean and I don't have to smell anything."

She looked up at him from her spot on the bed and sighed, "I wanted to join you for lunch... I started to feel a bit better but Millie wouldn't let me," She took his hand and ran her thumb over the tops of his fingers, "A nurse is going to come and check on me later," She kept tracing her thumb over his fingers before she started to play with his wedding band, "I love you."
Park listened as Misaka said her name and saw from the corner of his eye that she bowed. She had a think accent, which made him think that she had just immigrated here. He heard a few kids laugh, including Sanders. Since he was the only one close to him, he kicked one of his chair legs, causing the seat to shift. Sanders looked over his shoulder at him and gave him a confused look. Park leaned back in his chair after that and turned up his music. He looked at Gregr as he spoke, although, he couldn't hear him. He watched as his lips moved, every once in a while matching up with the song he was listening to.

He started writing things on the board, notes. Park wrote them down, it was mainly review, he didn't need to hear any added information yet. Finally, the man wrote down pages that he wanted to be done by tomorrow in the work book. Park flipped open to the page and started to scribble through the process. He kept his head down and his music blaring as he worked and he kept working until Sanders kicked his desk. He was standing, his things gather. Park removed an earphone and looked up at him. He grinned, "Class is done... Come along."

Park quickly gathered his things and stuffed the new work book into his bag before he followed Sanders to their next class.
Elliot stayed out on the road while everyone else walked inside. Why would someone be attacking them? She walked over to the spot that the people had disappeared in their goo from and crouched down. She shifted the dirt around before picking some up and rubbing it between her fingers. She pursed her lips, it didn't look strange or out of place, which meant the magic, although it came up through the ground... Didn't come up through the ground. Which meant, they were at square one of who, what, where, why and how. She tossed the sand aside and stood, dusting it off on her pants.

She walked into the guild first to see Hector talking to Beatrix. He seemed to get shut down before he grabbed ice and wandered off. The next thing to catch her eye was the book with a guild name. It seemed they had found out a who. Finally, she saw Lach chatting to someone new, someone with a sword. She walked passed him and smiled, "Stop flirting, Lach," She teased.

Her final destination was in a seat across from Hector. She looked at him, "You want to go after them..." She looked over her shoulder at the group, "Bea won't let you go alone," She turned back and smiled at him, "So, don't."
Haha, poor Park ;P

Also... I just added Sanders to my first post :P And I moved Elle there because I wanted to keep things neat.
Sanders rubbed his arm and looked at Park, "Ow."

Park shook his head, "Oh shut up. I barely hit you," He leaned back in his seat as their teacher stood up from his desk, "Good morning class and welcome to Pre Calculus 12. I will be your teacher, Mr. Gregr," He wrote his name up on the board and turned back around, smiling, "And if anyone asks if they can buy an vowel. The jokes been heard."

The class laughed a little. Park had heard a bit about Gregr. He was funny, smart, and at times, a bit insensitive. Although, he had also heard stories from people who had been struggling in his class talking about how helpful he was. Others talked about how strict he was. To Park, he was basically a walking paradox. He started to walk around the class room, handing out big think paper back books, "The school board wants us to save some money and work from these lovely books. Says it will be saving paper. So you better keep them because we will not be using every page and that would be a waste of paper."

There were a few more snickers as he walked back and forth, placing books on their desks. He walked over to his own desk when he was done and sat on it. He clapped his hands, "By the end of the year, I will know your names and faces... Right now, that is not the case, so we are going to go around the class and have you introduce yourselves to me... Starting with," He pointed to the row closest to the window and the last seat. Park stared back at him, not really knowing what to do. Mr. Gregr motioned for him to stand up. He did and sighed, "Park Morello..."

Gregr nodded, "The spawn of an interracial coupling I see."

Park wasn't sure what to say that, he smiled a little, the comment could have been worse. He chuckled and gave a nod as he sat back down. Sanders jumped to his feet, he was a guy that liked attention. So this was heaven for him, the entire class watching and all he had to do was say his name. Park's headphones were draped around his neck but snaking up his neck and around his ear was the white cord of earphones. He turned his music on again as everyone started to introduce themselves. Besides, he had always been good at math. Even Pre Cal last year and be easy for him. He assumed the trend would continue. He saw the weird girl stand up, he didn't look at her but did turn down his music. He was curious as to who she was.
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