<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">She's a mean one - - Mrs. Grinch!</span></strong></span></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/df/5f/d6df5fc8fc9cfb775b82b586fad8d2c8.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Name:</strong> Akasha "Ace" Lynn Cavalli <br/><strong>Sortment:</strong> Admin<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong> JCP Vice Dean<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Livid<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> December AU (No Covid) | 4:50 PM<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Andy Bellows (Mxyzptlk)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Mall, about to die from being crushed by a stampede or from seeing her Ex<br/><strong>Other:</strong> Lost document in the wrong hands<br/></span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">         Quick gusts of wind blew Akashaʻs hair about, as bodies whizzed past the pile up, near the escalator. There was an empty pocket of space, where she could just fit through. A stark white piece of paper welcomed her out with a crisp whopping noise. "Oh my god, thank you! I donʻt know what I wouldʻve done if I ..." Her eyes flicked up towards the person holding the paper. " -- lost this." Akashaʻs throat closed up. Her whole body turned cold, but she swore that she could feel herself begin to sweat. She was too young to have hot flashes. What was this!? Her heart started beating faster than she had ever felt. <em>ʻShit, Iʻm going to die, right here.ʻ</em> She thought. Her brows furrowed, throat dry. Hearing <em>"What the hell."</em> snapped her back into herself. What the hell, indeed.<br/><br/>It was Andrea fucking Bellows. The girl who at one point, Akasha wouldʻve given up her own life for. They were thick as thieves, and no one could tell them what to do. Running crazy through London. Wreaking havoc in places that their parents would have heart attacks from, knowing they were there. Wild things, to the core. And now, they were standing in a mall, like they didnʻt have a whole life together. Almost as if they didnʻt even know one another. <br/> <br/>"Oh... I thought I heard someone say ʻAceʻ. No oneʻs called me that in a while." She said in her best stepford-wife tone. "Andy." She exhaled the tightness in her chest. "This is not what it looks like." She motioned to the paper. "They just wanted... they asked me to write you a letter of recommendation. And to verify that youʻve been successful in the program. Formalities, you know?"<br/></span>