Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-2173402-20170623002151/@comment-5385060-20170623193023

"I do. Miss. Croft is an amazing teacher. She does after school classes, I can show you her schedule, if you like." Carol hurried towards the door, looked out to make sure neither Mandy or the other cheerleaders were there. Kyla Vazquez was out there, but she hadn't seen Carol. She was screaming about needing makeup ASAP, slammed a door shut behind herself as she retreated to her dorm, and didn't resurface. All clear.

Carol crossed the hall to her dorm room. She shared it with Eunice. On the wall near the neatest bed was a lot of artwork of the same all powerful witch. The witch herself was so thin that if she were real she would appear anorexic and on the verge of starving to death. In many of them she was fighting an ugly creature that looked a lot like Mandy. The art style in them was different. Some were signed "Iris Miller," some by Beatrice, and a few other kids she knew. The most poorly drawn one wasn't signed, and clearly drawn by Carol herself.

She stopped at the end of her bed, lowered herself to the ground. She pulled a suitcase out from under the bed, zipped it open and retrieved a cake tin with a lid. Carol set the tin down on the bed, and put the suitcase away. Using the bed frame as an aid, she stood up. Took the tin over to the desk and opened it. Inside was half of an upside down cake so perfectly made, the first instinct was to assume it was store bought.

"I made this the other day. It might be a little stale, but it is still good cake." There was a knife inside the tin to cut it with. "Say when," she said, holding the knife over the cake. She moved it by a few centimeters waiting for Christine to indicate how big a slice she wanted.