Charlotte's House

Mom: "where is she? she's late!" i say, i think about calling her but i wait a bit

I walkin go up to my room and fall asleep

The next day ---

I wake up to a blaring alarm clock. I smack down on it to make ut shut up I reluctantly get up and get ready for school I take a shower brush my teeth dry and do my hair I pit it Hal up half down and curl my hair it was naturally curly but they were messy curls so I fixed them ichanged my cloyhws ino a pair of dark skinny jeans some black flats and a long slave short with my name spray painted on it and a grey camisaul over it

I grab my bag phone laptop some money keys and left

i drive home and get inside. i make myself a sandwich then i sit on the couch and eat while i watch tv

i woke up and changed my clothes and got ready then left.

ooc: she wearing his (with black wedges)

Spoiler:

I drove into the drive way and got out. I unlocked the door and then read a note from my mom saying that she already left. I sigh pulling off my scarf and letting out a sigh

"well what do you want to know?" i asked clipping my necklace on

i put down my stuff quietly then sat down on the stairs staring at my feet. "just remembering the day that i got a call from the police saying that they found my dad dead" i whisper quietly

i smirk. "psh. i already did" i say looking at my hands remembering the da i saw his dead body and then i decided to be a slayer, but independent. "if i told you the whole story, you would think that i am freak or monter or both." i whisper running my hand up and down my arm

i smile lightly. "what? the cirque du freak?" i asked in a perfect french accent

i blink then laugh a bit "you know i was joking right." then i think about it. "right?"

i blink. "okay im going crazy" i whisper. "but thats a book"

i roll my eyes. "si vous pensez im allant croire qu'alors vous devez penser im stupide"

ooc:wtf?!?!?

Ooc: ... Oops my bad forgot translations (something called online English to French dictionaries)

"if you think I'm going to believe that then you might as well think I'm stupid

i look up, stood up slowly and walked towards him. i take his right hand gingerly. "D***. you werent kidding" i murmur looking at his hand still

ooc: sorry... was at church and had lunch

I chuckle "but how?" I asked gently letting go of his hand slowly