Samantha Law
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I sigh tiredly, knowing that I would probably be forced to talk to someone now. Stitch and the girl approach me, and the latter smiles. “Hi there!” she says cheerfully, andI reply with a quiet,”Hello.” The girl sits down without asking to do so, and Stitch is pulled down beside her. “I’m Carla, and this is Stitch.” She introduces the two of them, even though I knew his name already. “Yeah, I know.” I state it plainly in the way I always did. Carla shrugs it off and continues to speak. I wasn’t really listening, all I wanted to do was eat my lunch in peace. “Can you leave now?” I ask, knowing I sounded mean even though I wasn’t trying to. “Maybe we could talk… later?” I try to make it better. Carla looked hurt, like it was a personal offense against her. “Oh… Okay.” She stands up and walks away without bothering to drag Stitch after her. Panicking for a moment, Stitch jumps to his feet. He obviously didn’t want to be left alone with the Law girl.
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Shrug. I think a post order could be enacted when things get faster. Sound good?
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I quickly finish my lunch and sprint/walk outside where I figured I could sit in peace. But I was wrong, because Stitch followed me out there. But he wasn’t alone, he was being shoved along by a girl with blue eyes and unnaturally long pink hair.
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I step into the cafeteria casually, trying to ignore the feeling of being watched. Wow, Stitch could be creepy sometimes…
I sit down as far away from everyone else as I could be, and still be in the cafeteria. Naturally, Stitch takes the opposite side of the large room.
…still watching me…
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“Uh-um…” I hear a timid voice in front of me. I sit up and tilt my head. Stein’s son, Stitch, was awkwardly extending his hand to help me. I smile a little and allow him to pull me to my feet. “Thank you.” I say politely. He squeaks and backs away like the antisocial misfit he was. I shrug and keep walking. He was following me at a distance, I knew, but I decided not to say anything.
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((OHMYGOODNESSIMISSEDSOMUCH. SOWWY!!!! My phone was being a meanie and unsubscribed me to the topic for some reason.))
I pack up my things, knowing class was pretty much over. With a flip of my hair I walk out with my bag and hope I would trip and make a fool of myself. Obviously, as soon as I thought that, I trip over my own feet and fall face-first to the classroom floor with a muffled “Oof!”
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I wince when Stein tapped the student on the head, then wince even further when another student begins protesting. I keep my eyes down, pretending to be writing notes instead of paying attention to what was going on behind me.
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I look up from my focus on the board, to where a conversation was taking place.Was that a bookI spotted? Someone was reading in class? I frown, that wasn’t polite to the Professor in the least, much less against the rules. I raise my hand and say without exaggerated innocence, “Professor Stein?” I knew that calling out the student’s reading would make me even less liked by the students, but it seemed like the right thing to do. When Stein turns around, I continue. “Professor Stein, I think he was reading a book during the lecture.” I point to the student earnestly. Several ((NPC)) students glare at me, probably thinking I was being a teacher’s pet. However, I genuinely believed I was doing the right thing. He could certainly read after class, he didn’t have to disrespect the Professor by not paying attention to his lesson.
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((Wow! That’s REALLY good! I wish I could draw on the computer… I’m not that good at anything other than Pokemon sprites…))
I immediately sit up and put my headphones away for after class. The professor dips his head in acknowledgement and sinks into his stitched-up rolling chair. Following him was a boy I knew to be Stitch, his son. He had gray hair like his father, and various patches covered his person. The most prominent was stitched right over his right eye, giving him a slightly haggard appearance. Stitch quickly takes a seat as far away from people as possible. Other ((NPC)) students file in until the classroom is full. -
I look over at someone new who had entered the room, and I figure that Stein would get here soon. Thank goodness, it wouldn’t be awkward anymore!
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“Oh, thank you.” Lizzie says, taking the lemonade graciously. “Are you sure? Will Ciel be okay?” she asks quietly
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Lizzie watches Ciel and his butler anxiously. Sebastian seemed to be watching someone else, who also seemed to be a butler. I wonder what’s going on… she thinks to herself. She makes her way to the refreshment table to get a bit of punch, or whatever was there.
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Stitch and his family sit down, and I sit down beside him. Jameston chooses not to appear, maybe just to make Marie mad. She had gone to the trouble of buying a ticket for the little demon, but he was probably just going to wait it out.
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Miss Marie and Professor Stein enter next. Marie seemed surprised at all the people around her son, he was never very social. Stein, however, is as unfazed as ever. “Come on, you heard the captain. Let’s go get our tickets checked.” he says, taking Stitch’s wrist and calmly leading him past the weapons and strange people. Marie and I meekly follow, though she couldn’t see me.
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“Wait, you can see Samantha?” asks Stitch, peeking out from behind me. We didn’t run into many people that could see me…
“I didn’t know I had enemies…” I mumble under my breath, my face troubled. Was it something personal I had done,or was it simply because I was dead?