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Stories: Wildflower, Circe :3 Kitty
Circe :3 Kitty
The paparazzi gathered around, Circe getting more and more scared. "BAWK! BAWK!" she thought.
"Circe, you're pretty hot." Aiden suddenly had a mood swing.
"WHAAAAAAA?" Circe, confused, froze, staring off into the distance as if the missing puzzle piece to this Jigsaw puzzle was there. While she did that, Mr. DramaticAiden swung a punch at her face. His fist hit her nose, which gushed out blood.
Circe fell to the floor, holding her nose in her hands. Tears approached her eyes. A neko boy with a camera shoved through the crowd. She immediately fell in love. He had shaggy blue-black hair, fair skin, and dreamy blue eyes like little unpolluted ponds without the fish. A cluster of angel kisses sat on his nose. The boy lifted his camera up to his face and took a picture. "NOOOOOOO!" Circe thought, hand blocking the camera with her hand. It was too late. The light had already flashed.
The boy bent down, reaching his hand to Circe. "Hey. I'm Jeff." he introduced. "Need help?"
Circe took his hand and he pulled her up. "Thank you, Jeff. Name's Circe, and I'm in sixth grade."
"I'm in sixth grade, also." he grinned a little. A girl with fangs scampered up to him.
"Jeff! I've been looking all over for you!" she exclaimed, putting her hand in his back pocket. She hugged him, planting a kiss on his cheek.
"Here's my girlfriend, Kara. No worries, that whole vampire kiss thing is a stereotype." he said, kissing her back. He looked annoyed with Kara.
"Oh."
"Who's your boyfriend?" Kara pondered.
"Don't have one, I'm...single." Circe stared at her shoes. Then she remembered her nosebleed was staining her new penguin hoodie. "And I gotta go to the nurse!!!"





 
 
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