03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
Blair walked into class with a playful bounce in her step, her perfectly curled hair bobbed up and down softly as she moved. A sophomore followed behind her carrying her backpack as well as his own. She wore a long sleeved pink sweater and a short pleated black skirt.
She didn't love this class, she didn't love most classes actually, but she sat near the middle of the room. She batted her eyelashes and thanked the boy who blushed and set down the backpack before scurrying out of the room to get to his own class on time. He'd probably be late.
Blair pulled out a mirror and started to touch up her lip gloss as class started.
MJ was already in class and ready to go. She always walked directly from class to class, especially these days. Since falling away from her friendship with Blair she didn't have a crowd anymore, didn't have friends. She was okay with that--at least she told herself that. She couldn't help the way her eyes jumped to the corners, subtly watching her ex best friend from behind the book for her poli-sci class. She never read for fun, but always to get a head start with homework and classes.
Blair. MJ felt like she knew everything about her, and at the same time nothing. Who had she become in the last almost year? She longed to know. She longed to have the other girl look her in the eyes and smile and laugh and gush all her secrets like they used to. Like Blair used to, really. Looking back, MJ had been a closed book the entire time, only telling skin-deep things, and even then half of what she said about her home life were lies. She didn't want people to know. She wondered if that's why they weren't friends anymore--maybe Blair figured her out.
The bell rang and MJ's book softly closed as their literature teacher--who was too good looking to be a teacher--stood from his desk. He greeted them, since it was a Monday, and told them they'd be starting their Shakespeare unit. MJ wasn't pleased, but she didn't mind. She glanced towards Blair, wondering if she was upset about it.
"We will start group projects to run alongside the unit. You will receive your partners today by drawing a popsicle stick from the cup, and you will start planning." He went over the assignment in great detail, repeating himself profusely because he knew the nature of students--especially the boys. They would need to select a play that wasn't the one they were reading in class--Macbeth--and rewrite an entire act with a creative twist. They could modernize it, put it in space, Sweetwater, whatever. It sounded creative--only MJ didn't care much for creativity.
He started walking around with his cup. MJ was the third to draw a stick and as soon as she saw whose name was on it she bolted upright in her seat and shook her head.
"Excuse me, sir?" She whispered frantically, "Can I draw again?" The teacher smiled and shook his head 'no'.
"Luck of the draw." He moved passed her desk to the next person. MJ, who was wearing jeans and an overly large grey sweatshirt, sunk into her seat for a long moment before gathering up her books and bag and standing. She sidled through the desks and up to Blair.
"I drew your name." She tossed the stick onto her desk as proof, then flopped into a seat beside her.
Blair paid zero attention to MJ during class. They weren't friends anymore and the time had only served to make Blair more and more bitter towards her ex best friend. MJ had seemed cool when she first moved to town, someone else who wasn't born in this tiny little town, there weren't many of them. Most of these kids had been born here, most of their parents too.
The real reason for their 'break up' was buried so low now even Blair almost forgot why sometimes, but when she remembered all the those feelings bubbled up hot again and a new streak of disdain filled her mind.
Blair scrunched her nose in displeasure. Shakespeare. Bleh. He was so hard to understand. Why couldn't he just talk...normally. Hopefully she'd get a smart partner who would do all the work for her.
As MJ approached her, Blair looked up at her through her lashes, not even bothering to lift her head. She was about to rudely ask what she wanted when MJ offered up the answer and tossed the stick onto her desk. Blair looked down to read her own name on the small piece of wood. Blair very outwardly rolled her eyes. Ugh, this was going to suck even more now.
"And here I thought a Shakespeare assignment couldn't get any worse." She replied in an annoyed tone.
MJ didn't like it any more than Blair did. There was no need to be rude. Then again, it was Blair. MJ steeled herself. At the very least she knew what to expect: she'd be doing all the work and Blair would have her name put on it when it was done.
MJ was tempted to feel hurt by Blair's words, but she decided to fight fire with fire. They'd gotten into fights during their two year friendship, but it had always been mended. The nice thing about fighting now would be that they didn't have to fight nicely. They could be as ugly as they wanted. MJ could be ugly.
"I'm proud of you for actually thinking, for a change." Her tone was sarcastically sincere.
Blair gave her a sarcastic smile with a cocked head and then tossed her hair over her shoulder. "So, what story should we do? Romeo and Juliet? Hamlet?" Those were the only two she actually remembered. She couldn't even remember the name of the one they were currently studying. She didn't really care, she didn't want to do this anyway. She would do as little work as she could possibly get away with.
"Don't worry about that. I'll get the assignment done and you can slap your name on it, like usual. This way we don't have to see each other any more than either of us want to." With that she opened up her notebook and began scribbling down some notes. If Blair read them she'd see that MJ intended to do Othello, and wanted to set it in a small town in the late 1800's, after slavery in America was abolished but before desegregation.
"Oh, perfect." She said, glad that MJ didn't intend to make her actually help. She sat back in her seat and turned her hand to look at her nails. She needed to get them refilled, the tips were starting to raise above her cuticle a little bit.
After a few moments she looked over at what MJ was doing, glancing down at the paper. Othello...which one was that? At least trying to make herself look busy so she wouldn't get in trouble with her gorgeous Lit teacher she spoke up. "Which one is Othello again?" She asked, only half interested. Less than half really.
MJ moved her book away when she noticed Blair was watching her write.
"The one who dies." MJ said pleasantly, smiling at Blair with a smile that wasn't the least bit friendly. MJ wasn't normally an unfriendly girl, but these two had too much history for her to be neutral towards her. "Suicide." She nodded, eyes lingering on Blair pointedly. It was mean but she was feeling vicious.
It wasn't ringing any bells, Blair couldn't place the full story. She returned MJ's look with a sassy small smile and a glare in her gaze. "Whore." She mumbled under breath as she pulled out her pencil and started write a note to someone. If she couldn't look busy with whatever MJ was doing then she'd find another way.
Blair stuck out her tongue in MJ's direction but didn't say anything. She must have looked busy enough because the teacher didn't approach them to child Blair for not helping. The class period felt like it was dragging and half an hour later Blair looked back at MJ and what she had done so far.
MJ wasn't working as hard as she was making herself look like she was working. Her eyes kept secretly finding the clock, willing it to move faster, willing the bell to ring, willing her exposure to this friend-turned-enemy to end.
When Blair attempted to check in on her MJ decided to go with the good ole' silent treatment.
MJ didn't answer her and Blair sneered silently. Biiitttccchhhh. She thought to herself and then smiled. She could at least mess with her a little. "MJ." She whispered, trying to get her attention. "MJ...MJ...MJ...MJ.." She repeated over and over again, intentionally just trying to annoy the girl. She'd keep repeating her name until MJ reacted.
"Excuse me, teacher?" MJ said suddenly, sitting upright and raising her hand. The teacher's attention would be caught, surely shutting Blair up. He came over to them, unsure of what this was about.
"I don't feel well." She lied. Anything to get away from Blair. "Can I use the restroom?" He looked like he was going to tell her no, so she blew air into her cheeks and put her hand up to her mouth. He quickly changed his mind.
"Uh, oh course, yes, uh, go, go." He put out his hands as if to help, but kept his distance. As MJ stood and headed for the door he looked to Blair. "Why don't you go with her? Make sure she's okay?"
MJ heard his words from the door and turned sharply, catching Blair's eye. She narrowed her gaze and shook her head.
Blair definitely shut up as soon as MJ got the attention of their teacher. She knew that MJ was faking it and rolled her eyes behind her back. Did she really want to avoid her that much? Of course she did. Loser. Everyone else would kill for Blair's attention. Blair tossed her hair over her shoulder at the thought.
However, her little act managed to convince the teacher and MJ headed towards the door. To her surprise, and MJ's likely, the teacher then asked Blair to go with her. Blair glanced over at MJ and saw the disapproving action of her once-friend. Blair grinned. "Of course I can, Professor." She purred at the handsome teacher. He shook his head with a little smile, it wasn't the first time she had called him professor regardless of the fact that it was not his title.
She stood up and bounced through the door to follow MJ. "Oh my, oh my. Are you ill, my dear?" She asked once they were alone in the hall.