Pretty and Popular is a Dangerous Way to Be (Flora and Billiam)
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				Title: <strong>Pretty and Popular is a Dangerous Way to Be (Flora and Billiam)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>confusedbilliam</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 08:55:40</strong>
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				Amy wandered along the hallway of her high school, waving rather idly at passersby - not unlike a beauty queen.&nbsp; All the while her entourage of wannabes and doting men trailed along behind her.&nbsp; Curls of red hair joined the train as she gracefully rounded a corner, causing the white sundress gently hugging her form to whirl around her legs.&nbsp; Before long the entire mob found themselves sitting at "their" table, eating between bits of lively chatter.<br><br>A good deal of their chatter was aimed at different students and groups located around the lunchroom - mostly, comments about clothing, hair, and general demeanor.&nbsp; Amy's personal favorite was that crowd of... dark kids, the goths or whatever name they went by.&nbsp; Something about their obsession with deviant things just bothered her in ways she couldn't comprehend.&nbsp; Her blue eyes flashed over the group and flicked across one girl in particular, unable to stop staring at her, making more snide comments about her than any of the others.<br><br>"I mean... all the excessive make-up, and all the black clothing...&nbsp; They're such sheep!"&nbsp; This elicited another burst of laughter from her own flock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty and Popular is a Dangerous Way to Be (Flora and Billiam)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flora of Horror</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 21:57:49</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i787.photobucket.com/albums/yy151/Hyde_N_SiQue/k.jpg)</div><br>Surrounded by friends, who were quickly and doing their own things like reading or texting, they were almost similar. All wearing black, with baggy pants and tight shirts, their make up was to the extreme to others but they liked it. One such girl, her long black hair draped over her bare shoulders in many thin braids that were knoted behind her head. What little exposed skin she showed, it was unnatural pale against her dark clothes and hair. In her lap she held a sketched book, her neon green eyes were down cast on the paper as she moved a thick peice of charchol that blackened her fingertips as she drew strange circles and random runes.<br><br>"Oi, Witch." She looked up at one of her friends before she followed what he was looking at. She rolled her eyes as she saw that Amy was staring at her with a sneer, most likely talking about how weird Witch and her friends were. But she smirked to, lifting a hand and giving her the finger as she stuck out her tongue with a skull and cross bone bar bell through it. "She's just a bitch, Mike, don't pay attention to her. All she can do is talk, she doesn't have the guts to do anything else." She shrugged, reassuring her friend as she closed her book and slipped it into her messanger bag and hopping off the table.<br><br>She wore a tight black leather corset that only covered her chest and made her already large breasts look more ample, and baggy pants that were covered in belts and chains that made noise as she walked, her green eyes were surrounded with dark eye shadow that artisticly swirled over her pale cheek, her lips were also black adding contrast to the ring in her bottom lip. Witch ignored Amy as she walked by their table, not really caring about their mindless gossip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty and Popular is a Dangerous Way to Be (Flora and Billiam)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>confusedbilliam</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 05:45:29</strong>
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				Amy had finally returned to eating and chatting with her friends when someone tapped her on the shoulder.&nbsp; She looked over to see that her favorite little target was walking right near her.&nbsp; Unable to resist temptation, she looked to her friend Natasha with a wide grin, winking playfully, before turning towards Witch and sticking out her leg with an innocent look at the ceiling, expecting the feeling of the goth girl tripping right over her leg and, hopefully, face-planting into the ground next to her.<br><br>((Hope you don't mind a tiny bit of cheating here))<br><br>Before long, her expectations were met and she felt a gentle pressure against calf.&nbsp; A look to her right showed Witch laying there on the ground, causing her to laugh brightly.&nbsp; She took in the sight of the poor thing on the floor before carelessly turning back to her friends, still chuckling as she munched on a few more fries.&nbsp; Digging too deep might reveal that she had no particularly good reason for tormenting the random girl, but moments like this were indeed sweet.
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				Post by: <strong>Flora of Horror</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 06:28:03</strong>
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				[It's fine.]<br><br>Witch didn't see the extended leg, but the toe of her boot did and gravity pulled her to the ground. Hearing the laughter made her anger rise as she stood, dusting off her pants and picking her bag up and glaring at Amy. She wanted to grab a handful of her hair and knock her to the ground and pin her there with the sole of her boot but didn't. "I hope you grow fat from those fries." She sneered as she tossed her loose braids behind her and bent low, wiping her charcoaled fingers over Amy's white skirt and leaving black finger streaks as she continued to walk away. <br><br>She only tripped her, if Amy did something worse than tripping her Witch would have done something much more than that but she didn't so she didn't either. But if Amy thought she could do whatever she wanted, she would soon get a very rude awakening.
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				Post by: <strong>confusedbilliam</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 06:41:28</strong>
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				Buying a little too eagerly into the usual stereotype, Amy let out a surprised gasp as the girl got up, not only daring to look at her like that, but also wiping off her dirty hands on her beautiful dress!&nbsp; She shot up and glared at the back of Witch's head, suppressing a rather primal growl at her cruelty (unaware of the irony).&nbsp; "God, what is her issue anyways?&nbsp; I mean, she's asking for this kinda stuff, coming in here and acting so... weird all the time..."<br><br>She sat back down and ate a few more fries before pushing away the tray of food.&nbsp; She looked over at one of her admirers and gave him her best puppy-dog-eyes looks. &nbsp;"I'm not... getting fat, am I?"&nbsp; Of course, the big lug just shook his head, staring at her hungrily.&nbsp; "Good.&nbsp; I thought so." &nbsp;She left her food with the others to throw away and grabbed up her purse, heading off into the school by herself.&nbsp; They could always meet up with her later, and she needed a chance to let off some steam by herself.
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				Post by: <strong>Flora of Horror</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 07:00:41</strong>
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				Witch walked to her locker, opening and pulling out a book. It was old and bounded in rough leather. She flipped through the yellowed pages, it was one of her mother's old spell books that she used when she was Witch's age. It was one of the few things that she had left of her mother and this book helped her through some of the most worst parts of her life. She turned a few more pages till she stopped. "Mind control... Hummm." She smirked, slipping the book in her bag before she slammed her locker and walked down the hall to her class. And she would have continued on her way but she saw Amy and she was all alone. "Hey fat ass!" She called out to her, playing on her comment for before. "You think you can trip me again?" She glared at her, folding her arms under her bound breasts as she leaned against the lockers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty and Popular is a Dangerous Way to Be (Flora and Billiam)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>confusedbilliam</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 18:33:11</strong>
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				Amy was on her way through the halls, headed for the backside of the school.&nbsp; Hopefully she could go take a seat on the bleachers for a while, maybe hunt down one of hose cute soccer guys to give her a little pick-me-up before her next class.&nbsp; Just getting out of the awkward situation was enough to make her feel better.&nbsp; But her mood immediately crashed when she rounded a corner and saw Witch staring at her again, looking... not really angry so much as just full of contempt.&nbsp; And there seemed to be a hint of... something else, as well.&nbsp; She frowned, unable to deny how curious she was as to why Witch was bothering with her again.<br><br>She stood her ground about ten feet from the other girl, shaking her head, crossing her arms under her small chest not unlike Witch's own pose. &nbsp;"Little hard to do with you standing still over there..."&nbsp; She bit down on her lower lip in a slight sneer, trying to decide if she should stick around and find out what the weirdo was up to, or just go on her way.
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				Post by: <strong>Flora of Horror</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 20:27:01</strong>
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				Witch did not like Amy's attitude, she thought everyone wanted her and she was as innocent as the day she was born and could do no wrong. It made Witch want to gag at the thought as she glared at the other's little sneer that her full lips formed and her little comment made her scoff as she pushed herself off the lockers and slowly stalked towards Amy, slowly closing the gap between them with each step.&nbsp; "Oh, that's so clever." Witch said, rolling her eyes as she lifted her bare arms and undid the knot that bound her braids. They dropped over her pale shoulders and down her back, the ends of the braids stopped at the leather spiked belt that held her baggy pants to her curvy hips. "Though, if I were you, I would sleep with one eye opened." Witch threatened with a large deviant smile that hid all kindness that she would show to her friends and revealed all the rage that she had for people like Amy as she walked around her, gently placing her pale hand on the top of her red hair and with a motion, plucked out a strand. "You might see me." She laughed lightly as she balled her hand in a fist, hiding the strand in her palm as she continued to walk down the hall without looking back at the girl. She needed to find Mike to help her with her little plan that was brewing in her dark mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty and Popular is a Dangerous Way to Be (Flora and Billiam)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>confusedbilliam</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 15:44:22</strong>
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				She could feel her sneer getting a little more intense as Witch came closer to her.&nbsp; What she wasn't aware of was the fact that she'd started leaning back and even taking a few steps away from her.&nbsp; Again, Amy saw something in Witch's eyes and the way she undid her hair so dramatically (as if she was in some kind of samurai film), and it didn't comfort her.&nbsp; "You know that threatening me is the kind of thing that could get you kicked out of school??"&nbsp; By this point, she was backed up against the wall with Witch right up against her, her eyes starting to widen significantly, her body even shaking a little.&nbsp; When you got someone like Amy by herself, she could talk a big game, but she'd be pretty much defenseless - Witch, on the other hand, seemed pretty capable of handling herself.&nbsp; <br><br>Luckily (or so she thought), Witch simply plucked a hair from her head and went on her way.&nbsp; Sure, it hurt, but she'd gotten herself out of the situation without too much trouble.&nbsp; She rubbed her head with a sore frown and quickly continued on to class.&nbsp; "Crazy bitch..." she muttered softly under her breath.&nbsp; As soon as she got to class, she could already feel herself calming down and rewriting the experience in her head.&nbsp; Given enough time, she might even forget it altogether.
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				Post by: <strong>Flora of Horror</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 20:43:02</strong>
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				Twirling the red strand between her thumb and index, Witch was pretty calm looking to any that saw her walking down the hall but on the inside she was laughing manically. Watching Amy quivering before her, the look in her big eyes, and her backing away from her was priceless. Like Witch was dumb enough to try something in person at school. She was already expelled from five school already and it was something about this building that she liked, so she wouldn't try anything to Amy... Well, not yet anyway. When she saw Mike strolling down the hall, Witch gained a burst of speed, jumping at him and nearly knocking him over if her arm hadn't wrapped around his neck and her palm pressed against his shoulder though, that didn't stop him from crying out in terror till her saw her over him. "Hey, Mike, lookie at what I got." She beamed, her braids were knocked over her bare shoulders as she showed him the crimson strand she had in her hand. He looked at the hair then at Witch and back at the hair, the look of confusing never leaving his features. <br><br>She sighed, tucking the strand safely back in her palm. "It's Amy's hair, I was thinking of fucking her up." Witch chuckled lowly as she straightened and turned on her heel, dragging the male behind her as he stumbled to catch with her long strides. "Really, it's her hair?!" Mike asked as he finally got into step next to her so that she could loosen her arm around him. "Yes. And I have my Mother's book, so lets go to the janitor's closet to get started!" She grinned, the janitor's closet was never used since the janitor had gotten a bigger and better room so Witch and her friends took it as their own and Witch will harm any that would try and take it from her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty and Popular is a Dangerous Way to Be (Flora and Billiam)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>confusedbilliam</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 18:22:14</strong>
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				After the rather bizarre day she'd been having, Amy was thrilled to get out of class and get on her way.&nbsp; She met up with the usual entourage and started towards her home.&nbsp; People eventually broke off from the path, and she was left with her "friend" Jacob.&nbsp; Perhaps this would be his week.&nbsp; After all, he'd been spending money on her all semester, buying her little gifts here and there.&nbsp; Maybe she ought to throw the poor bastard a bone.&nbsp; Prom was in a couple weeks, after all.<br><br>With little explanation, she simply walked alongside him, giving him sidelong glances and fleeting smiles.&nbsp; Before either of them knew what was going on, she was up in her room, sitting next to him on her bed, ever so gently brushing her foot against his leg.&nbsp; A few more moments of this and they were inexplicably locked in a passionate kiss.&nbsp; She realized with no small amusement that, lucky her, he was a pretty damn good kisser.&nbsp; Nothing could go wrong at this moment!
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				Post by: <strong>Flora of Horror</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 06:46:19</strong>
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				It didn't take long for Witch and Mike to set up but they had decided that it would be better to try it out once the school was closed and the students left the building. The building was quiet as Witch easily opened a locked window, she really didn't have to do much, she only touched the lock and click, the window opened for her. She jumped in, the soles of her boots hit the hard floor as she had to turned and pull Mike through as he couldn't reach, he was short compared to her and her stature alone. They causally strolled to the janitor's room, closing and locking the door behind them. The room was heavily decorated with melted candles that covered every surface but the wood floor, chalk drawn circled and runes were elegantly marked in the wood. "Wow, Witch, you really out done yourself." Mike complimented as he placed his pack in a corner, pulling out a large silver flat bowl, a canteen of inscented water, a small pouch of strange colored rocked that were smoothed by a different elements and a small cornhusk doll that didn't have anything on it but a red strand on the top of its head.<br><br>"I think Amy deserves the best." Witch smirked as she walked around the room, lighting candles without the help of a match or lighter, Mike was mesmerized as her slender finger washed over the wick and a flame appeared between her fingers before she moved to the next one. The flames cast long shadows over Witch, giving her a demented aura as she took the items from the boy and set them in a particular order around her. She grabbed her book from her bag as she moved to the center with the doll in hand, Mike moved to the wall, pressing against it as the chalk began to lift from the ground and surround her in the air. "By the flare of elder candles," She started to read from the book. "The air of and empty bowl, the water of holy ground and stones smoothed by nature, I command the powers of thy Mother and demand for the doll to move under my control," She held the doll in front of her, it lifted in the air, leaving her palm as she continued. "A woman of vile being, I bind thy to my blood," Witch bite into the tip of her finger, drawing a drop of blood and smearing it across the doll. "And I demand repentance, I demand submission and obedience, I demand your body for your deeds. You shall crave and want but only I will be able to satisfy your hunger. You will want no other, you shall seek other but soon find that you will want to serve and for that, you shall slave." Witch snapped the book shut, the candles blew out as everything crashed to the ground, turning to ash. The only thing left was in Witch's hand. A china doll that looked just like Amy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty and Popular is a Dangerous Way to Be (Flora and Billiam)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>confusedbilliam</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 16:10:04</strong>
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				Unaware, as was often the case, that anything was wrong, Natasha was happy to shake off the oddness of her day by indulging the poor sap's desires for an afternoon.&nbsp; The innocent kissing eventually turned a little less innocent.&nbsp; Before long she was straddling his lap, her hands starting to roam up and down his body, her lips parting just enough to tease him.&nbsp; She was playing him like a fool and hardly even felt bad about it.&nbsp; But soon enough she'd get what was coming to her, and then some.<br><br>Things followed their natural course for a while and before long the two were practically naked in her bed, going at it in the way that only teenagers ever seem wholly capable of when something in Natasha's mind snapped.&nbsp; There was a kind of blinding light for about two seconds, and her whole body simply... shut down.&nbsp; The guy was pounding away into her and absolutely nothing happened on her end, almost as if she couldn't even feel it.&nbsp; But that wasn't right either.&nbsp; It wasn't that she couldn't sense anything, and it wasn't a bad sensation, but it just wasn't enough.&nbsp; She grumbled and pushed him off, going to get her clothes on.&nbsp; "It's obvious you're gonna need to work on your game before you get a chance like this again..."&nbsp; She could see the pathetic look on the kid's face and sighed softly&nbsp; "But I guess if you want, you can lie a little about what happened..."&nbsp; She slammed the door and waited for him to leave before collapsing on her bed and attempting to finish off the moment herself.&nbsp; But even that wasn't working, no matter what she tried.&nbsp; About twenty minutes later, she had a sore hand and two half-dead toys and an incredibly frustrated libido to deal with.&nbsp; "Ugh, the hell is going on??"
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				Post by: <strong>Flora of Horror</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 18:03:20</strong>
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				Mike was picking up the fallen rocks and bowl as Witch played with the little doll of Amy, he couldn't help but to chuckle as she looked like a little child. "Heh, the spell surprised me, I though it had to rhymes." His musings made her scoff. "Sure, that's just a stereotype, like 'Boil and Toil' type of shit, it doesn't really work, you have to use a spell that has meaning not rhymes." She snorted as she placed the fragail doll in her bag gently before turning to leave, Mike locking the door and walked behind her. "Do you know if it worked?" He asked as she slide out the window. "Don't know, we'll have to see tomorrow." She giggled lighting struck with her ominious laughter as they parted ways and she went home. <br><br>"Hey pops, I'm home." Witch called out as she opened the door to the small apratment, she could see that back of her father's head as he sat on the couch and watching a blank screen to the TV. She sighed, her father lost since her mother vanished, he doesn't even move or anything. The lights were on but no one was ever going back any time soon. "Whatever." She sighed as she went to her room, not bothering to close it all the way as she placed the Amy doll under a glass case to keep it protected. If it broke the spell were break. Witch's room only had a bed, a large bok shelf filled with odd books and novels, and a black chalk board that covered a whole wall. It was covered with scribbled, circles and runes and markings. It's were she practiced her magic. Throwing her bag at the edge of her bed, she flopped down on top of the covers and curled up, yawning, Witch fell asleep quick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty and Popular is a Dangerous Way to Be (Flora and Billiam)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>confusedbilliam</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 18:36:12</strong>
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				As it turned out, this was only the beginning of poor Natasha's troubles.&nbsp; Before long, still worn out, she heard the sound of the door open and close - her parents were home.&nbsp; She groaned and did what she could to get herself back in some semblance of order.&nbsp; Her face was still heavily flushed and it seemed as though her legs were never going to stop quivering.&nbsp; She went into her private bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face, whimpering softly and hanging her head for a moment.&nbsp; She'd never had a problem like this before!<br><br>Unfortunately, she had to go the rest of the evening (and who knew how much longer) trying to pretend like nothing was wrong.&nbsp; She had to excuse herself from the dinner table early, and homework seemed to go on forever.&nbsp; She even went to bed well before midnight, not wanting to call her friends to rant about the day she'd had.&nbsp; After all, how could you really explain "I can't orgasm" in a logical way.<br><br>The next day at school was no better.&nbsp; For the first time in perhaps forever, she continued to avoid her friends and eager suitors, simply saying that she wasn't having a particularly good day and letting them interpret what that might mean.&nbsp; Truth be told, she was also feeling a bit helpless.&nbsp; That morning before her shower, and again during a trip to the bathroom, she made more attempts to relieve herself with no success.&nbsp; <em>What if I'm stuck like this forever??</em>&nbsp; she lamented quietly during her study period.
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				Post by: <strong>Flora of Horror</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 19:05:05</strong>
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				Witch didn't bother to get up to go to school, if the spell was working it would be best to give Amy the most time to herself because Witch wasn't completely sure what would happen if the other happen to see her and the spell was working. But she woke, slipping out of her hard corset and walking out of her pants as she headed to the bathroom in her underwear. Her long braids were coiled around her slender neck, it took Witch ten minutes to get them all untangled and knot them behind her head. She applied her dark make up, making her bright green eyes even brighter, as a finishing touch, she pulled a few of her small braids free and let them hang over her face. Heading back to her room, she bent over her bed and pulled out a large trunk that held all her clothes. She slipped a thin shirt that barely covered her large breasts and an even bigger fish net shirt that covered the rest of her bare chest and arms. Witch stepped into a tight leather mini skirt that was fastened with many belts and high heeled boots that went past her knees. Finnally dressed, Witch grabbed her bag and strolled outside, saying good bye to her father before she locked the door behind her.<br><br>It was study hall by the time Witch walked in, Mike had saved her seat as she walked into the class room, not even bothering to look at any who dared to stare at her. "Hey, look at her." Mike whispered as she sat down, Witch followed his finger as he was pointing at Amy. "She looks out of it and she's been avoiding everyone, it's weird, I think your spell work." Witch shrugged as she leaned back in the chair and crossed her long legs as she smirked at Amy. Even being at the other end of the room, Witch could smell how horny the girl was and she couldn't even get off, it was just perfect. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty and Popular is a Dangerous Way to Be (Flora and Billiam)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>confusedbilliam</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 05:16:51</strong>
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				She continued to sit there, trying to focus on studying things, but mostly just rubbing her thighs together idly and wishing she wasn't so horny in the middle of a school.&nbsp; Every attempt to distract herself with books, napping, or studying did barely anything, and finally she slumped into her chair, letting out a whining moan that practically everyone in the room heard, causing her to blush like crazy.<br><br>A second look around revealed that, at some point, Witch had joined the class.&nbsp; The teen couldn't understand why, but the sight of the girl infuriated her even more than normal.&nbsp; Her heart was beating faster than before, and she was certain that somehow Witch was somehow involved in her current predicament.&nbsp; She bit her lower lip, thinking hard about just what could be going on, when finally it came to her.&nbsp; That final encounter with Witch yesterday before she went home and all the trouble started.&nbsp; She'd done... something...&nbsp; Her hair!!&nbsp; That bitch had torn out a bit of her hair!&nbsp; Had she actually found some way to use that to get the better of the poor teen queen?&nbsp; Amy growled and carefully watched the clock.&nbsp; The day was almost over, and then she could go after Witch and figure out what it was she'd done.
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				Post by: <strong>Flora of Horror</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 05:39:05</strong>
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				Witch was leaning back in her chair, her chin tucked close to her neck and her slender arms crossed under her breasts as she sighed lightly in her slight sleep. Mike tried to nudge her awake as the study hall teacher noticed that she was a sleep and was walking between desks to stand in front of her just to shout her name. "Miss Ceridwen." Witch's green eyes opened and she slowly glared up at the teacher when she dared to utter her surname. "What do you want?" She muttered, not liking anyone to wake her up unless she had to. "I would like to point out," The teacher started, trying to show as much authority as possible and to make an example out of Witch. "That you were tardy and have now decided to sleep in my class room." But Witch looked as if she wasn't going to play along as she ignored the teacher completely and just pulled out her sketchbook and just started scribbling, Mike looked nervously at the teacher, at Witch and then back at the teacher. <br><br>"Are you listening young lady?" She asked, tapping the toe of of her shoe as Witch seemed to finish her drawing and showed it to her. The teacher's eyes widened as Witch drew a secret of an affair that she's been hidding from her husband. The teacher gave her a suspicious look before backing away."I'll give you a warning, please be more punctual." She added as the bell rang and she headed away from Witch and to her desk. Witch placed her sketch book back in her bag as she stood and started to walk out the door behind the other students with Mike right next to her.
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				Post by: <strong>confusedbilliam</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 06:54:40</strong>
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				It was kind of hard to miss the exchange between Witch and the teacher in charge of the study period.&nbsp; If the girl had any questions before about whether or not the other girl had anything to do with what was happening to her, that settled it.&nbsp; Witch had some kind of weird... powers.&nbsp; It felt odd to even think something, but when the possible was excluded, the impossible had to be considered.&nbsp; Pulling hair from her head had somehow allowed Witch to manipulate her, and she seemed to have found a way to get influence over the teacher's secrets too.&nbsp; Biting her lip in determination, she left class as soon as the bell rang and went off in search of the strange goth girl to get some answers.<br><br>"Witch!"<br><br>((Sorry about the short post...))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty and Popular is a Dangerous Way to Be (Flora and Billiam)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flora of Horror</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 07:26:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Witch heard her name being shrilled by a voice she greatly distressed, Mike's sideways glance and sigh confirmed who she thought had called to her. Groaning, she turned on her heel, waving Mike to go on ahead of her. "What?!" Witch yelled back at her in the same tone but with more annoyance in her voice as she glared at Amy. Though a slight grin formed as she looked over her, she was flushed and looked as if she might be figuring out what was going on. But Witch, being what she is and hiding it when she wanted to, was an expert and making people think they are thinking things. Like magic could exist, the thought made Witch snicker.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty and Popular is a Dangerous Way to Be (Flora and Billiam)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>confusedbilliam</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 07:39:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Knowing full well how stupid her accusation would sound, Natasha figured her best bet was to simply launch into it.&nbsp; She pulled the girl over to the side by the arm, over to the lockers along the wall.&nbsp; She glared at her, staring her right in the eye. &nbsp;"Yesterday, you pulled some hair from my head, trying to be all innocent about it, like it had nothing to do with anything!&nbsp; And then... then...&nbsp; all of a sudden some weird shit started happening, and I'm willing to bet you've got everything to do with it!&nbsp; Fess up, what the hell did you do to me??"&nbsp; She crossed her arms in front of her and leaned up against the lockers, trying hard (and failing) not to look obvious about the fact that she was incredibly distressed by what was happening to her.&nbsp; Unbeknownst to her, she was still idly rubbing her thighs together slightly, her face flushed.&nbsp; She even uttered an almost inaudible moan, causing her to blush even darker. &nbsp;"What... what the hell is it??"&nbsp; She could feel some tears welling up in her eyes a little, and she shut her eyes tight and dropped her head a little.&nbsp; It seemed she was even more stressed than she realized.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty and Popular is a Dangerous Way to Be (Flora and Billiam)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flora of Horror</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 05:32:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Witch held her smirk, even as the tears started to form on the other's big eyes. "What ever do you mean?" She asked innocently, like she couldn't tell what was going on with Amy, her fidgeting and slight moan forced Witch to stand still as she did want to take her and show her just want she could do. Just to push it farther, she stepped forward, closing the distance between them as she looked down at her. Her braids curtained the sides of her face as her bright green eyes looked straight into Amy's as she lifted her hand and tilted the other's face up by placing a finger under chin. "I should have warned you, Karma is a bitch." She snickered as she tussled her curly hair and walked around her. "If you really want to know..." She turned slightly, her hand over her black lips as she looked at the other from the corner of her eyes as she looked as if she was thinking. "Meet me at the old janitor's closet once school is out." She laughed as she returned to Mike's side and continued to walk away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty and Popular is a Dangerous Way to Be (Flora and Billiam)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>confusedbilliam</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 18:50:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Of course, in her insane mental ramblings and paranoia, it made perfect sense that Witch had to be responsible for whatever was happening to her.&nbsp; But somehow, when the girl found herself faced with the reality that Witch knew something (and indeed, did seem to be the root of her problems), she found her eyes still widened with surprise and anger.&nbsp; She wasn't completely crazy, Witch obviously knew something, and she intended to find out just what was going on.&nbsp; She sniffled softly and quickly stormed away from the two.&nbsp; She still had one class to go - as if trigonometry wasn't a completely aggravating class already, she now had to suffer it while trying not to drive herself completely crazy.<br><br>Her math class was all a bit of a blur, but somehow she'd managed to make it the last hour and a half.&nbsp; The bell of her salvation rang and she could hardly stop herself from running at full pelt down the hallway to the notorious unused janitor's closet.&nbsp; No one seemed to be around yet, so she leaned nonchalantly against the wall, looking from face to face, hoping Witch would follow through and meet her to explain herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty and Popular is a Dangerous Way to Be (Flora and Billiam)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flora of Horror</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 21:19:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once at the door to the closet, Witch stopped Mike from opening it by lightly touching his shoulder. "Mike, you go home, I want to do this one alone." She said with a sadistic smirk as her friend looked slightly worried. Not for Witch but for Amy. "O-okay. I'll see you tomorrow than." He said with a worried smiled as he headed off, leaving Witch in front of the door. She stood there, till the hall cleared before heading inside. She closed the door behind her, as soon as the lock clicked the candles sparked as flames danced on their wicks. She ran her pale hand over her face, pushing up the loose braids as she tried to think. It was an issue with her to always start something and never really have a plan to end it. <br><br>"Humm..." She mused as she thought for a moment. "What if I don't let it end?" She grinned as the bell echoed in the wall, she leaned against the wall behind the door and without even move, the lock clicked and the old door slowly moved open. From where Witch was standing, Amy wouldn't be able to see her unless she was standing in the middle of the room. Just where Witch wanted her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty and Popular is a Dangerous Way to Be (Flora and Billiam)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>confusedbilliam</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 05:47:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				((Hey, I'm so sorry about leaving without warning, I had every intention of continuing, but kinda lost my muse for a bit...&nbsp; You okay with continuing??))
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