Samantha Law
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I sit forward and look around as someone else’s music manages to get around my headphones. I glance over at the person who had borrowed my notes, who was now setting them back on my desk. “Oh, no problem.” I mumble,probably not being able to be heard over the obnoxiously loud music. And I though Dad was bad… at least he used earbuds.
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((AUGH! SORRY! I wasn’t getting the notifications for some reason!!))
“Thank you, Sebastian.” she says politely with a bright smile before bouncing over to Ciel. “CIEL!!” She exclaims, hugging him exactly as he had predicted. She then lets go of him and smiles brightly. “Are you looking forward to dancing tonight?” she asks
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“whoa, who’s THAT?!” exclaims Jameston loudly, from where he was staring out of a handheld mirror Miss Marie carried with her. Stitch freezes in fear, he knew that he and Jameston were almost exactly alike, including their voices. I back up slightly to avoid passing through the yak that had somehow found its way on board, because passing through living things hurt. Badly.
Professor Stein grins, straightening his glasses so that the light obscured his eyes. “I’ve never dissected a yak before…” he mutters under his breath before Miss Marie comes in and gives him a wake-up punch on the shoulder. “yeesh, you didn’t have to do that, Marie…” grumbles, rubbing his shoulder where Marie’s iron fist had been embedded moments before. Literally, iron. Marie was a Death Scythe as well as my father and a few others, meaning she was a weapon. In Marie’s case, she was a rather large mallet, and she could turn her hand into the end that would hurt at a moment’s notice. That’s one of the reasons why people stayed away from Stitch. She also kind of has a scary mother complex… I, too, also found it hard to go near him for fear of being beaten to a pulp. Nope, now she couldn’t see me, so I could haunt around the place as much as I liked. -
Barely noticing someone new had entered the classroom, I turn my music up to that it was the only thing I could hear. WHile I wait for Professor Stein to get to here, I idly sketch out a drawing of a guinea pig. Guinea pigs were the best things ever, in my opinion. This one was smiling warmly at me in a cartoony style, a bit of fur covering one of its eyes. I draw a tiny speech bubble next to it and write in, “You’re the best friend ever!” just for good measure. Because why not? I would probably throw it out after class anyways.
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“Your horns are awesome!” He says, trying to look cool and failing. Jameston wasn’t very good at talking to people, in my opinion. It wasn’t that he was shy or anything, it was that he always had no clue what to say or what NOT to say. While he was talking, Stitch succeeds in pulling away from him, but he barely notices.
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I stay silent for a few minutes, thinking it over. Did I want to risk my notes being eaten by that goat too? But, he was actually talking to me, for once. I couldn’t just turn that down. I nod my head. “thanks. Sure, I guess you can borrow my notes…” I mumble. I rummage around in my bag, trying to find my notebook. “Ah, here it is.” I say, pulling out a crumpled white notebook with the Shinigami skull on it. “Make it quick…” I say as I hand the beaten-up notebook to him.
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Me, Stitch, and Stitch’s parents board the cruise ship. Stitch was nearly jumping off the deck, he was so nervous. “it will be good for you, Stitchie.” Miss Marie, his mother, says soothingly. This doesn’t help at all, until I step in. “Don’t worry, Stitch, it’s only a ship. What could go wrong?” I say, smiling warmly. He nods a little and smiles at me, but of course his parents couldn’t see me. Miss Marie gets a sad expression, sighing at the ground. “Stitchie… Why don’t we talk to living people today, okay?” she says tiredly. “No way.” Stitch firmly replies. “Okay then…” she says, obviously sick of trying to argue with him. Stitch’s parents thought he was a little, well… traumatized, after my death. They thought he was delusional, but they tried their best to still be good parents. I was a little hurt that they couldn’t see me, but I knew it wasn’t their fault.
Anyway, as we boarded the ship, Professor Stein, Stitch’s father, gave each of them a key to their room. I got to tag along because, for some reason, if I ever was too far away from Stitch, I started to fade, go invisible. I didn’t want to disappear entirely, so I traveled with him. -
Jameston approaches, dragging Stitch along the ground. “hey! Hey! Hey!” he exclaims, trying to get the troll’s attention. Oh great, not now… Stitch could barely handle it as it is… “Jameston, go away.” I say with annoyance seeping into my voice. “no.” he replies simply, going back to trying to get the troll’s attention.
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I jump in surprise and look up. “Come again?” I ask. I hadn’t been paying much attention, so I hadn’t had the chance to lip-read like my father did so skillfully.
But seriously. Did he actually just try to TALK to me? This was a relative first, at least with strangers. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be afraid or anything… Hopefully.
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I look up from my notes as someone enters the classroom. Oh no, another person. Better put my headphones on. I slip my white headphones on, the Shinigami skulls on either side glinting. They were actually kind of cute, I thought. I begin listening to my music to look busy, my dad’s favorite song. Step Up, I think it was called. I smile slightly at the song, then brush some of my white-blonde hair out of my eyes. It would be awhile before class started, so I was fine with my music for now.
Wait, was that a GOAT?! I sit straight up in my seat as I think this. How unusual, to see a goat in class! He looked pretty cute, I guess. He was eating that person’s notebook, so he was probably content. I stare at the goat for a few more moments before shrugging and returning to my studying and note-taking. My expression may have been mistaken for something along the lines of “too-good-for-you,” but it was really just my natural expression. Small things like that had earned me a bit of a bad reputation. “Don’t get in Samantha’s way, she’s the daughter of a Death Scythe!” “She thinks she’s too good for anyone else. Stay away from her.” And other whispers like that had caught my ear from time to time, but I chose to ignore them.
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Jameston turns around at the appearance of so many newcomers, and his eyes widen at the troll. Having never seen one before, and really having no clue what they were in the first place, he assumes they were really a subspecies of demon, like him. “WHOAAA!!!” He exclaims, drawing the attention of everyone in the room unnecessarily to him. He jumps to his feet and drags Stitch behind him, who was whimpering like a baby. No offense to him, of course. He just really REALLY hated being in contact with Jameston. He wasn’t all that bad, actually. Just really annoying and a bit sadistic at times. I stand up and follow, my wings disappearing in yet another shower of sparkles. Aww.
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((what? I couldn’t understand that… I’ll do my best to try and write something anyways.))
“Whoa!” I exclaim, jumping back. Did that guy just fall out of a laptop?!
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(hallo! May I join pweeze?)
Elizabeth, or Lizzie as she preferred to be called, stepped out of the carriage wearing a positively adorable pink and white dress, every in covered in ribbons and lace. She smiled happily and waved the carriage off, then approached the mansion to see Ciel.
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erm, hi, can I be Elizabeth? ~~~~ <3<3 ~~~~
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Stitch gradually calms down, but as soon as he does, that dreaded snarky voice appears in his ear. “HEY BUDDY!” Jameston snickers, his reflection appearing in the window we were sitting nearby. Jameston was a carbon copy of Stitch, but with horns and fangs. Jameston also had blood-red eyes with golden diamond-shaped pupils, which had always freaked me out. the relatively docile demon snickers when Stitch screams like a little girl and hides behind me. Even after living most his life as a demon host, Stitch was still scared of him. “Jameston, stop freaking him out!” I say angrily as he steps out of the window. Red shimmering ensues as reflection becomes reality, and he sits down calmly in front of Stitch. Several ((NPC)) people around the shop stare in shock as he casually walks out of the window, but they had seen enough abnormalities today to be able to soon brush it off. Contrary to me, Jameston was fully visible to the public.