Of course, standing up for Rachel Amber, and going along with her whole spiel, equals expulsion?

Apparently, anyway. Especially to Principle Wells.

God does he piss her off...

And now she's in this stupid ass junkyard, bat in hand, with tonnes of shit everywhere.

Albeit, shit she beat up.

Though, there's blood rushing to her head from laying upside down on this old, abandoned ship.

I mean, she's pretty sure the wood's splintering.

And rotting??

Ew.

And despite her immediate disgust, her hazy gaze soon lands on a blurring figure that's walking into view.

She recognises it.

Her mind is a mess, and yet, in all of the thoughts, she sees you.

What're you doing here?

She knows you go to Blackwell, she's seen you, spoken to you. Just a little, anyway.

You guys were never really one in the same, though..

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