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November 1st. 1997 8:15 AM
Millie didn't have a lot of friends. She was known as the loner at her school, was this a good thing? No. She didn't like to be called 'Dracula's daughter' or any other nicknames. She wanted it to stop. And it did. Two months ago. It had been two years since 'The incident' and things had taken a turn for...the better? Her parents weren't back from their jobs abroad, they would be back in a few more weeks due to the weather holding them up. As for her and her Grandfather's relationship, it had really turned around, the girl even listened to his stories, and that lead to an opinion that maybe not all old people stories are that boring...but they weren't as interesting as her gothic novels, obviously. Out of all the things that had changed, the most prominent was school, no, she didn't leave, and no, she didn't tell anyone about Dylan even though the whole school probably knew about her incident with him...so...what was it? It was that...she made a friend? Yeah, the gothic girl made a friend, it was big news around the school for around a week, Millie Fitzsimmons made friends with...Lara Cruzerio...wait...Lara Cruzerio? Who is-
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Lara Cruzerio, a new student with some surprising agility and even more surprising fashion choices. The girl was one of those 'punk' people you would see sitting outside of petrol stations with a cigarette in hand and blasting music into their ears with some cheap headphones. She was quite fit, yes, she played cricket as a pastime, more than anyone, well...more than anyone who has some respect for their leg muscles do anyways...As for her eyes...they are a deepish brown, the colour of a chocolate bar if you really wanted to be specific, sharp features...but..they were also soft? They changed with the people she was around with in all honesty..it was strange. Clothing wise, she was mostly always seen in some sort of crop-top, even in winter, but the girl always, no matter what had a leather jacket on top of it...while people asked why, she never gave a direct reason why, just shrugging and saying nothing..while people have speculated, no-one has got the right answer. On her bottom half it was either just some plain leggings or ripped jeans, they changed on the weather, and so did her shoes, black faded combat boots on cold days, some random trainers on cooler days. While Lara could be described as basic, there was two things that set her apart from others, the first being a red fabric around her wrist, it was like her jacket, no-one had ever seen her take it off, and whoever asked questions got either a middle finger or a stink eye, sometimes both; lastly was the hair, it was normal black hair, yeah, fits with her clothing, but there was..some sort of red streak in it...? It was what could set her apart in a crowd, the colour was of a dark crimson, it was pretty in all fairness, she did get a lot of compliments for it..and it's one of the main reasons she got popular in the hell-hole of a school.
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Millie didn't remember how the two became friends...it was more or less a blur..but she remembered some parts...and in a very short version, it went something like this: English homework, Millie and Lara were paired together, goth complimented punk, they started talking. That....That was about all she remembered. As much as the two shared a close bond, the other was arguably the closest friend Millie had ever had, but she didn't tell Lara everything....the main one was 'The incident'. What was the point of telling her anyways? It's not like Lara would belive what happened, hell, no-one would...they would just call her crazy, that it was a dream that was influenced from all of the horror stories she read...she wished it was...she truly did...but however much she tried to convince herself it was just a nightmare, she knew it truly wasn't.
It was early in the morning. That was indicated by the small alarm clock on her side. Now what was Millie doing at the early hours...? Asleep? No. The girl had stayed up most of the night doing a large variety of activities, reading, writing in her diary, midnight furniture rearrangement...currently the goth was just...sat on her bed, reading through a copy of 'The tell-tale heart' the book was in pretty bad condition, battered around the edges, a few scuffs here and there, but that was how she liked it...for the first time in a while, she felt...comfortable. Her mind at peace. But one nagging thought was in her head...what was her new friend doing at the moment...?