☾ 1.1: a change of looks ☽

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This been a rough start, been a rough start ❞ 

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6:41AM, Monday.
The morning had light showers as the tamed aftermath of last night's storm.

As the chilly weather sets in, three girls sat by the staircase near their school's foyer, hiding away from the other students as they readjusted their disguises. They simply ignored the stares as well as the hushed whispers among the teachers as they walked past the girls.

"So you're telling me," Deirdre turned towards Ivory as her brows furrowed in confusion, "You could smell things from a mile away?"

"Yes!" Ivory huffed, "When my dad drove past the forest, i could smell the animals there and the scent kept lingering even if we're already kilometers away!"

"That must suck," Vivian sighed, messing with her hair as she licked the blister in her cheek, the wound from her little incident this morning, "You could probably smell the dead things there too.."

"Oh God- don't get me started on that-" The short-haired girl rubbed her temples and closed her eyes, deep breaths in an attempt to forget the rotten scent.

As the girls continued to talk about their little changes, Adam walked past the school gates and rushed into the foyer, pulling his beanie down whilst looking around the place to make sure no one sees him.
The moment his eyes laid on the three, he ran, surprising them as he frantically asked,
"So i'm not the only one who's been through some weird shit, right?"

"You too??" Vivian's eyes widened as she looked up at him, the girls beside her doing the same as Ivory perked up, "I have so many questions right now."

"Ask them now or forever hold your peace.." Adam rolled his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose, and the questioning-and-answering began;

"Since when did you start wearing a beanie?"
"Literally this morning."
"You're usually earlier than us, what happened?"
"I was stoned. Literally."

"I believe the word you're looking for is 'Petrified'" Deirdre stared at the rough, grey part on Adam's cheek, slowly fading into the color of his skin. Adam, Vivian and Ivory turned to her with raised brows as if to ask, 'How'd you know?'

"Just a wild guess," The brunette shrugged, "Your cheek had a small rocky texture to it- it's gone now, don't worry about it."

"Oh good-" The boy sighed in relief before it's his turn to ask, "What's with the sunglasses?"

"My eyes has lost its' melanin" Deirdre spoke sarcastically as her lips turned into a pursed smile, and the FAQ continues,

"What about the jacket?"
"First of all, it's cold as hell. Two, i somehow grew scales."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait- Scales? like literal fish scales?"
"Mhm,"

After a moment of recollection, Adam states as he points at the girls, "So you grew scales, i've snakes for hair- what about you two?"  

Vivian tapped on her fingers as she began to list, "I grew fangs, i got paler and my eye color is blood," 

"I can change my nails at will," Ivory continued after her, glancing at her hands before moving her gaze back at the bewildered boy, "And i can smell shit from afar."

Before they could continue. their conversation was cut short by the jingles of the PA system, a voice booming through the speakers as it announces;

"Attention students of Concordia Bay High, you may all proceed to the school hall immediately for the weekly assembly with the exception of the following names;"

"Deirdre Dèlareux,"
"Ivory Noveus,"
"Vivian Euphemia,"
"and Adam Eupheus,"

"Please proceed to Principal Benedetta's office immediately, thank you."

Another jingle plays as a crowd of students went by the foyer, passing the quartet as some gave them jeers, sneering them as they walked by.  

"First day of school and we're already called to the office." Vivian groaned, standing up as her friends joined beside her.

"Guess we're called in for a Date with the Devil" Deirdre quips, earning a playful punch from Ivory as she chuckles, "Ew- don't call it a date-"

"Just trying to lighten the mood!" Was all Deirdre said before the four continued on their way to their destination.

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