<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> Dark sat in the football stadium bleachers as she wrote in her black folder. She had found that this was the one place she could go and Art would never find her. In truth, she wanted to get into the gem to enjoy the quiet serenity she felt when she followed Kori there but she had no way of unlocking the doors, so this was the best she could do. She sighed at that thought, this had been the longest she had never spoken to Art during the school year. But that was ok, it was better this way. Now he wouldn’t have to defend himself to his friends for missing practice or justify why he was hanging out with a freak. She was still upset with him too, why did he do that to Kori? The acrobat had done nothing to hurt her like the others and she had seen nothing to support his allegation that she was like the others. <br/>
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She shook her head and turned her attention back to her story. She was adding a second chapter to her newest idea while she nibbled on a pop-tart. The world she was weaving was coming along nicely in her opinion. A group of mercenaries led by a fiery redheaded, green-eyed maiden who took no shit from anyone, not even her second in command, who happened to be her on-again, off-again lover. the goth wasn’t sure why she sent the first chapter in the week before, there was no way the editor would publish it. However doing so made her feel odd, she was scared of cores, she had never let so many others read her work. Yet she was strangely excited, so what if people hated it? She hadn’t put her name on it. And now she was filled with inspiration and motivation to continue the story. Something she had lacked in all her other story’s thus far. The best part was even if they published it, Art wouldn’t know it was her's cause he never read it. The boy loved to read but was tradable at recognizing writing styles. She sighed again, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">“damn it Art, why did you do that?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> She muttered as she took out a photo of the two of them at the school fare. He had that cocky grin of his on his face cause he had just told her a funny joke that made her laugh right before he took the picture. She wanted to kill him for that, but instead, she settled for a snow cone and his solemn oath that he would not show it to anyone. As far as she knew he kept that oath.<br/>
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The sound of the first bell brought the young goth back to reality, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">“Time to get to class,”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> she said as she stood up and headed for her English Literature class.</span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 255, 255)">--------------------------------------------------------------------- </span>​</div><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"><br/>
Artorias ran through the halls of the school, he had opted to skip breakfast this morning so he would have more time to look for his friend, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">“Dark?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> He called as he opened a door to an empty-looking room and looked around. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">“Damn it! Where is she?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> He muttered as he slammed the door and resumed his search. <br/>
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He had just rounded a corner when an arm shot out and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, costing the quarterback to come to a screeching halt.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“Okay boyo, where the hell do you think your going is such a rush?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> Asked a slightly Irish voice.<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">“It’s none of your business Alley!”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> Art snorted as he pulled himself out of the running backs grip and turned to start the search again.<br/>
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Before he could take a step however, Alley put his hand on his shoulder and sighed, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“Art, buddy, you know I respect your privacy, but it's clear that there’s something wrong with you. The whole team can see it lad!”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> he said before he turned his friend around and looked him straight in the eyes, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“It’s affecting you in practice and with our first game coming up, we need our captain in top form! Now come on man, tell me what’s going on?”  </span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"><br/>
Art stood there for a moment then sighed, his friend was right and he knew it. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">“It’s Dark, I can't find her,”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> he said finally. The running back rolled his eyes and was about to say something before Art put a hand over his mouth to stop him.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff"> “Look Alexander, I know you and the others don’t care about her, but I do! She was my friend LONG before I ever met you! We had a fight and she almost got in trouble because of me and now I have to find her and talk to her!”</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"><br/>
Alley grabbed Art’s hand and moved it away from his mouth, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“Artorias, if you talk to the little creep, will you get your head in the game?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> He asked with a slight frown on his face. Art scowled at his friend but nodded, with that Alliy sighed and continued, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“I know I’m going to regret this, but fine man I’ll help. What did you two fight about anyway? I thought she was your submissive bi...”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> he started but Art raised a balled-up fist in warning, so the running back just left the statement hanging.<br/>
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The quarterback waited for a few moments before he lowered his hand, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">“It was about Korina Morella, she tried to pull Dark into some sort of prank and I stepped in. Dark had it in her head that Kori was different from the other vane preppy girls like most of the cheerleaders, I just know that if I can talk to her I can show her how wrong she is!”</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"><br/>
Alley stood there for a moment before the first bell rang out through the halls, he motioned for Art to follow him as they walked to there first class</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">, “Korina Morella? you mean the gymnastics team’s ace in the hole?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> Art nodded and Alley pulled out his phone, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“OK, I’ll text my GF and see if she can get anything out of her.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> He said as the two walked into there class, at the same time Dark quietly slipped into class just as the late bell began to ring.</span>