✓ ( 𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 )
❝𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐷𝑂𝑁'𝑇 𝐴𝐶𝑇𝑈𝐴𝐿𝐿𝑌 𝐻𝐴𝑉𝐸 𝑇𝑂 𝐵𝐸 𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑃𝑌; 𝐽𝑈𝑆𝑇 𝑀𝐴𝐾𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑀 𝐵𝐸𝐿𝐼𝐸𝑉𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐴𝑅𝐸.❞
In which she told them lies and he simply got caught in them when he found out.
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A PEAK IN A WINDOW
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THE MUSIC FLOODED THE AREA, ECHOES OF IT BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS, DOING NOTHING BUT CALMING THE STORM OF THOUGHTS IN HER MIND. The piano instrumental was pleasing to the ear, especially her ear. Her platinum blonde hair were tied up in a bun, held up by countless pins, not one strand falling out. The baby pink tights hugged her legs and the black leotard resting against her body was tight but comfortable enough to move around and perform complex moves. The spotlight was concentrated on her and the rest of the stage and the auditorium was black, not a single soul visible to her eye.
She moved her legs and arms and body, moving with the rhythm and pouring all her emotions into the dance she most loved. The music faded away and she ended her dance with a Révérence of grace. Then the lights gradually were flipped on, revealing a woman sitting on one of the seats in the auditorium midst all the others. She peered at Effy through her rectangle, red-rimmed glasses and then parted her lips, covered in gooey red lipstick to speak, "Good, now do it again."
Effy didn't mind doing it again and she'd be ready to do it a million times, no matter where.
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Sighing upon hearing yells and plates breaking as she opened the door to her house, she took off her shoes and quietly tread upstairs. Her legs were almost numb from dancing the dance again and again and she thought she deserved a little bit of rest. Maybe after a nice shower and completing her homework she'd go practice on the barre in the basement of her house. Once she stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, she wore her clothes after drying herself and opened her closet.
She had a considerable amount of clothing, from dresses she was forced to wear ever since she was little to old flannel shirts she was barely allowed to wear. Throwing on a red flannel and simple black leggings she had bought three months ago, she dug further into the piles and piles of folded shirts and bottoms. There, wedged between two piles of old T-shirts, sat a box of cigarettes. She took out the pink box with yellow flowers and tore it open to take out a stick. The end of the cancer stick was lit by a silver lighter with an engraving of an eagle and then the stuff inhaled by Effy. She cracked open her window and puffed out smoke as she moved to sit at her desk and complete her English homework.
She worked and managed to tune out the yelling downstairs that was gradually getting louder. Effy was thankful her parents didn't work as a team to do hero work, because then the city would be destroyed by them just by fighting; the wreckage on a larger scale than any villain can cause. Her mother Koyo, or better known by her hero name, Banshee, was a very reserved woman, ranking the No. 9 hero. She was a woman of ridiculous principles, some she taught Effy. Her mother had a superiority complex, thinking she was the best even though she clearly wasn't. Her father, Kentarou or known as Magnet was a man that believed that rules weren't for everyone.
