Where's my quill!?
Eloise finally shutted up and stared out the window. She had so much followers and friends back at beaxbatons. Well the friends she had there wouldnt really be considered as friends. People she knew and were okay, but she had nothing in common with. Was it her high attitude level? Or was it just that she was spoiled and braggy?
With a frown on her delicate face, Eloise stared at the window, watching the scenery move on through. All the looks she was getting werent one of envy, but of hatred and cruelness. Something she wasnt used of getting.
"Soooo?" she asked, not knowing what else to say after noticing the way she had acted.
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