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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley Elodies insinuation brought a small smile to Charlies face. She shook and bowed her head a little, peering at the older girl through the curtains her hair made. "I don't blame you." Surveying their surroundings, Charlie shuddered at the thought of dirty laundry being in the trunks she was sat amongst. She didn't put it past some of the boys - especially the younger students. "I wish I didn't have to come back." You know, then she could go to uni and see Tristan and Elodie alll of the time.
Please?
"Yeah." Charlie laughed a little and rolled her eyes in response to her friends grin. "At least I'll have some form of amusement." Because there would be too much drama for Charlie to keep up with. "I'll keep you in the know." With a roll of her eyes, she leant against Els, knowing full well that she wouldn't be even the slightest bit interested. She knew Elodie didn't understand why she was friends with them, but as long as it didn't come between them, it didn't matter.
And it wouldn't, because they were Els and Choo. "You better be. But hopefully the awful snow wont be back. Expect tons of letters, okay." She sighed. "If you come back you can focus on your exams, ace them and then go to uni and you won't have to worry about being locked away in a castle headed for extinction." That was the truth though, or more so it was what Elodie wanted. She wasn't scared for her friend to be coming back for another year because she knew she could tough it out better than a lot of people, but the situations at the school weren't exactly people friendly anymore and bordering on being a joke. "Oh, please don't!" She had no intention of knowing what the idiots she was getting away from were doing unless it had anything to do with her, and she was more than glad to get away from the little group that liked to bad mouth her at any given chance they got. It was only a matter of time before she let it affect her more than it had already and she beat seven shades of soup out of one of them. Volunteers? "Let me know if any of them die, miss me or fall in some sort of animal dung. I want pictures of the latter." For an eighteen year old, she knew exactly what she'd want to hear and what she wouldn't and she would take every chance to point out what she didn't give a hoot about if presented with it. "Cat and I will expect one at least once a week and we'll tell you all the bad things about being responsible adults."
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