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after school idle club

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` que horror ▸ self [190715]

Sheets of inked patterned papers float in liberty from the middle-aged professor's grip who also stand as the blond film enthusiast's mentor for the script writing class. Reflecting the summary of her pseudo script, the educator knitted a less appetizing frown on his forehead, adding creases to his already prominent age painted on his complexion. He gaze at the younger as if she has offended every inch of his fiber, lips twisting and nipped - in suppression. More than ten seconds is not needed for the student to realize that he does not like it. Rather, he despised her effort to showcase the dirty of her mind. He shrugged the potential death she scribbled for the first time on paper. Perhaps he did not expect it from her. Such lovely, pastel coloured lass with a bright future waiting ahead of her. Her pink lips that often curved a wide smile for everyone to see - who would have guessed that inside those sweet cavern stored all sorts of taboo? This is definitely far from his expectations. Wednesday began to believe that the older will withdraw his support at her - sooner than she predicted.

She did not apologize. Even though it is obvious that it's one thing he expect from her. Why would she when she did nothing wrong? He asked him to write a script and she did. He detailed the techniques to be presented, the stress and tune she needed to portray and she did. Just - it turned out to be horrifying and too good to be true. The reality she have been eating for the past 2 decades of her life. Que horror.

Albeit this  is no longer a surprise to her. It is no stranger to her that majority of the public will not appreciate her. For what is the reason films and photography was created the first place? To show the fantasy shadowing the real world. To bury the truth. To hide the mistakes. To shower in the pool of romanticism. To be someone they will never be. However, Wednesday is different - terrifyingly the opposite. She's in love with the realism. She paint those silhouettes on her flesh. She swallow them - engulf. Because this is what makes her - Wednesday.

They would probably laugh at her, but who cares? In this infinite like size of the universe, Wednesday is positive that there's at least someone who will appreciate her work. Who will fall in love with her. Eat. Breath. Live.

Sadly though, Mr. Lee wasn't one of them.

The door closed once again; emitting the loud crack of the two wooden pieces kissing back together. The lock clicked, forbidding another personal return. Wednesday stood with her back against the door, eyes focused in front of her. Always, will be. Once again. Here again. Alone.

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" Aren't you going to say something?"

Of course she would say something. It’s like she intentionally knocked down the tall glass of juice and spill out all it’s content to the female for her amusement. She did not do it on purpose because she was bored that day, and she wanted to start a ruckus. She accidentally did that with pure innocence in her mind. And she would admit her fault - no doubt. But the female has annoyed her a little as it rubbed her mistake on her. Wednesday find it rude and offensive. Albeit cannot do anything but to apologize. She is at fault, something she had to accept. ❝ I’m sorry. Let me buy you another glass.❞ She stated without looking at the latter. ❝ And swear not to knock it odnw again. Do you want me to buy you a new dress too? ❞ This time she muttered in a dance of sarcasm. ❝ Offer you my bathroom? ❞

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❝ Are you sure you want my opinion in this?❞ Wednesday’s voice rang a mixture of nervousness and flattery. One is because it’s the first time a visual arts student asked for her opinion despite her lack of knowledge about this matter.  Second is because majority of the time, she is not confident that other people would appreciate her commentaries and opinions ㅡ even criticisms perse. Compare to her vibrant exterior, her thoughts are quite the opposite. They can be very dark, gruesome and fucked up reality. Others often find it too much for their taste ㅡ as they prefer to protect their perceptions of the world they’re living in bright and flowery. The blond ㅡ Wednesday sees the world as dark as it could be. Whilst the fear that his shadow might engulf other people. Especially those enthusiastic ones.  ❝ Honestly, my words will not matter. What’s more important is yours❞

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Wednesday crumpled like a piece of paper as she gave permission for the earlier night's exhaustion to wrapped around her fragile body and assault the remaining enthusiasm in her. It's another day in the script writing class, and despite her interest in that matter, she couldn't seem to focus. Her head is throbbing as it's still possibly intoxicated by the amount of liquor she inhaled last night. Also, her eyes are unbelievably heavy. She should have stayed indoors if only that’s possible. She work up under one of the library’s tables that morning. Heck, she wouldn't even dare to ask herself how and why.  ❝ Jesus Christ, I can’t take this anymore ❞ she mewled her exasperation  enough for her seatmate to hear her. Wednesday tilted her head a little to face him and slowly she murmured.  ❝ Wake me up when the class end. Thanks bro. ❞ Enough farewell before she hid her pretty face in the comforts of her folding arms, landing on the student’s able.

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The odd male with an interestingly oval eyes has been all eyes on her for the past five minutes now. Wednesday knows because she’s been eying him from quite sometime as well. Not because she’s interested or anything. It’s just ㅡ at one point after she caught him staring at her, she began to ponder why. Is there’s something on her face? The blonde even pulled out a mirror to check but there’s none. Is there’s someone behind her that has been acting rather interestingly? She turned around but there’s a massive amount of student loiteringㅡ walking, minding their own business whilst everything are the norm. A simple question that continuously nagged her back ㅡ like a needle poking her chest. In the end, Wednesday cracked her own silence and walked towards the stranger, waving a hand and greeting him with a smile.  ❝ NO need to deny. I caught you staring at me, and I want to know why. No worries. There’s no right or wrong answers. Come on. Spill it out. ❞

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Enough.

Wednesday had spent more than the advisable amount of time sitting in front of her laptop as she worked on her script for her next short film project. Three days and three nights with reckless amount of sleep and meal digested in her system, that day is the best time to call it quits. After all, she’s almost done with the storyline and she could just pass it to another friend for editing ㅡ finally, her hell week is coming to an end.  Raising both of her aching arms up in the air to stretch the stiffness of her muscles and release the exhaustion weighing his shoulders, the honest blond echoed a faint moan followed by a tiny groan leaping in liberation. Her legs sprang open and wide as it was stretched and released as well. It flt good. Freedom felt so good she could be swallowed by it. Albeit the world moves, and she has to live. She checked the wall clock before she crawled to bed, fulfilling her promise to herself a reward of a nap she deserved, not forgetting to set an alarm for she have plans later that afternoon. Swift as expected, Wednesday fell into slumber, perhaps cradled by her exhaustion and deprivation from the past days and nights of hell. The worst possible thing about the blond film enthusiast is that her sleeps are often shallow. Whilst it became easy for her friend to wake her even from steps away. Frowning, and evidently not amused, Wednesday pulled her sleepy frame from her messy bed, turning her head to check the time.  ❝Fucking three hours ❞ She uttered in obvious displeased, irritatedly scratching her already messy hair as she walked to the door ㅡ planning to nag the intruder.   ❝What! What! What!❞ She stated irresponsibly ㅡ forgotten the plans and promises she is supposed to fulfill. 

Joy; Juliette&Wednesday

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( I don't know if it's just me but i can't see any of the links on your page :( can you type up your plot page url pretty please?

[ I’m sorry, I have my plot page on pop-up so if you’re in mobile, you’ll probably won’t be able to see it. But here’s a page for that. I had this in case. :) Thank you for dropping by ]

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Yahoo! Finally done with the about and plot page! You can find them in the blog. If you want to plot or anything, my aim is wdns.day! Thank you~

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