<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>she’s a <em> MEAN</em> one. — mrs. <em>GRINCH</em></strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://files.jcink.net/uploads/schizophrenia//DA8FDB27_3136_49CE_A8C9_4FDFC0287821.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Andrea Bellows<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> post graduate<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> lesbian<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> stressed with finals<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 12|15|2020 7:00 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> the mall, top landing near escalators. <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> ace cavilli ( @skye )- <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/>this was it, andy was in the home stretch. this was her last year and second to last semester. when this was over she could officially sit for the board exam. the young future lawyer was in her element but currently she was freaking out about her exam. she hated testing, it was a useless thing a measure to how well a student did. she felt that applying what you’ve learned and homework assignments was enough. unfortunately that’s not how it worked in this system. her intelligence at times had a way of over powering her mind during exams and she would second guess the question or not read it correctly. but she had made it this far and damn if she wasn’t going to finish this through the end. <br/><br/>so there she was about standing at the mall, earbuds in her hand ready to listen to music as she people watched. it was stress relieving for her and brought her out of the funk she was in after all those exams. she still had one more to go. but she would worry about it later.  and as she turned her back to the south side to face the escalator. someone said something loudly into her her phone it  nearly knocked andy on her ass. her blue eyes scanned the features quickly of the woman’s voice that made her heart feel like it was going to beat out of it’s chest. all it took was one quick side scan and that was it. her expression changing from an curious  frown to a surprised and really in shock look. she never thought in a million years this would happen. even if she did go through this exact scenario in her head many times. what would she say to her. what she would ask. if she’d be hostile. indifferent. or a simp for the woman by that tore her heart in two. <br/><br/>“ace..”<br/><br/>was her reply, her voice shook slightly but there was such loud music, commotion from the crowd, someone tripped and ace seemed to drop something. without thinking just going through the motions the soon to be lawyer scooped up the sheet of paper that had flown out of ace’s bag. she quickly reached her. “you dropped this.” was all she said and waited. a part of her hoped that this woman turned around it would just be a doppelgänger the other part of her hoped it wasn’t. holding out the sheet everything was in slow motion. as andy took in the curve of her neck her clothes and then her eyes cascaded onto the paper she was holding out. the office of the dean if admissions to jamison clarke was stamped on it. andy frowned, her heart raced. surely this couldn’t be a coincidence. “ace...” she almost whimpered. luckily the mall was so loud that the quiver in her voice couldn’t be heard. when the vice dean turned around andy felt like she had ben punched in the gut.<br/><br/>“what the...”<br/></span></span>