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= => Be Vriska Serket.
Your name is Vriska Serket. It is you. You wake up, urg; you don’t want to wake up today. Not today of all days. You just want to sleeeeeeeep. You look at the clock that is producing the noise that is currently raping your ears. You go to turn it off using your left hand. Oh, right. You don’t have one. That ‘accident’ a few months ago fixed that. You occasionally have these moments where you can still feel your arm; it gets an itch or something insignificant. It’s weird; it’s called phantom limbs or something.
It’s too early to remember. Oh yeah. You’re getting up early today because you are starting your first day at a new school. God, that’s fucking cliché. You get up, using your right arm to keep you balanced as you look around your room. You locate your glasses, the ones with the special lens blacked out so people can’t see your eye. It’s really beautiful you think yourself. Nice and blue, it reminds you of a spider in a way.
You grab your glasses and make your way to the bathroom, looking in the mirror examining yourself you take in the details of your eyes; one is a normal dark blue, the other has seven, blue dots where your pupil and iris should be. It is really your favourite thing about yourself, but you can’t see from it so it’s pretty useless.
You clean your face, leaving your cheeks slightly flushed from the cold water. By the time you applied your blue lipstick and eyeliner your cheeks were as pale as ever, the rings from lack of sleep ever-present as you placed your glasses on your face leaving your room as you changed into your old clothes. This school was non-uniform. It was a nice idea, you thought, let students express themselves. You just know this place is going to be full of freaks! You make your way downstairs, grabbing your bag and eight eight-sided dice from the bench, along with your breakfast your mother prepared. With a little note that read;
“Vriska, have a good day at school. Make sure not to get in trouble. I’ll be home late today.
- Love Spider mom.”
You can’t help but laugh at the nickname she signed the note off with. “Love you too, Mom.” You say to yourself as you leave your house to start the short walk to school. You had to keep adjusting your bag on your walk. God, you miss your other hand. You were left handed, well to write anyway, so you were still getting use to writing with your right hand. Your left hand was good enough after being a hard core role-player for the better part of your fifteen years of life.
You were brought out of your train of thought when you bumped into someone much taller than yourself, and you were by no means short. This lanky boy had 3D glasses on his long, rather handsome face. But he already annoyed you, being so open about his freak eyes; you could see them through the weird 3D glasses, each eye a solid colour, one red and one blue. “Thup.” He greeted rather than asked as he moved a long limb in a wave. “Heeeeeeeey, Mister Tall Lanky and Lispy!” You laugh. He seems to notice your lacking of limbs and eye-patch. “What happened to you?” You give him a toothy grin “How rude! To ask a lady something so personal on the first day you meet!” You faux a pout to which he just gives a lopsided grin. “Thollux Captor. You, Mithh Pirate?” He asks. “Vriska. Vriska Serket.”