I got hit by a car. Nothing serious, but it kinda delayed all this, and wasn't able to finish writing the fourth chapter I wanted to release alongside this three. Why I didn't wait? Cause knowing myself, if I waited until I was done with ch13 I wouldn't release even one chapter of Phantasmagoria this month. Well, cya in the next chapter.
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As we neared them, I noticed periwinkle-coloured [violet/pink] snapdragons flowers withering. The more the flowers withered, the more they resembled a human skull. Unconsciously I furrowed my eyebrows a little, I didn’t like this. Even my subconscious was telling me to be cautious, to stay away from their deceptions. A little sigh escaped my mouth, but no one noticed, fortunately. I guess I could take this as a chance to confirm if my flowers are always right or not. It’s not like I haven’t done this countless times and always confirmed the veracity of my subconscious/hallucinatory flowers.
“Can we join you?”
Alice’s voice was clear and serene, looking at her features from the side, I could see a simple but honest smile on her face. I decided to not be rude and follow her lead, the corners of my lips curling upwards in a smile that wasn’t really a smile, but at least it didn’t seem forced. Surprise was on the girls’ faces, just staring at us with slightly widened eyes, a hint of irritation passed through the eyes of the girl in the middle before she blinked and nothing was left.
“Yeah, why not, go ahead and take a seat.”
Tracey Amsel, the girl in the middle, spoke in a honeyed tone which implications seemed to escape Alice, that or she put too much faith in others. Tracey was a half-american half-german girl, Amsel, in fact, was a german surname that she inherited from her father. Her mother’s family owned a pharmaceutical company, or so she repeatedly said in her introductions, and thus they obviously didn’t lack money. Maybe, they had too much.
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Tracey had natural, coquettish small eyes the colour of amber, something that donned her blonde hair well. She kept them knotted in a bun behind her head, unafraid of showing even a small peck of her gorgeous face with its little perked up nose. Amsel lips were average, not too small nor too big, but always seemed to have some kind of lipstick on them. She, of course, wore an ash-gray mascara that mixed well with her pale skin. The only thing we had in common. Tracey’s body in general resembled an hourglass, a sure-fire turn heads for almost all the males in school.
With a “Thanks.” we both sat down and started unwrapping our lunches. Amsel and entourage continued nibbling their food for a bit before conversation in the group once again took place. The girls by her side were Adya and Adna Kothari, a pair of twins with indian origins. Both had a nice bronze skin and black straight hair, but while Adya had gray eyes, Adna’s were azure. This and their different manner of clothing was what differentiated them. ‘Still, uhm, do we only have guys to talk about..?’
“..And then I told him ‘Sorry honey, it doesn’t matter how good you think you are, you are just not enough.’ After that he wanted to break up, so we did. God, he’s so freaking selfish.”
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