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?
Oh, the teacher was loving Blair's flirting. Typical. MJ rolled her eyes and continued out the door, not waiting for Blair. She was a few feet down the hall from her old friend, her course set for the girl's bathroom.
"Go away." She said to Blair without turning around.
Blair hurried to catch up to her and smirked when MJ told her to go away. "I can't. Mr. Lear asked me to stay with you. Are you okay, MJ, dear? You looked mighty sick back there." She said giddily, still practically dancing down the halls, nothing but energy and joy in her steps. She was loving this.
MJ was hating this. She picked up her pace, but wasn't willing to skip, so Blair was able to catch up. She kept her eyes fixed ahead and cut her way into the bathroom once they arrived.
"Don't touch me." She said, just in case Blair might try to put her hand on her shoulder or something like that. They hadn't touched since... Her face grew hot and she went into one of the stalls and slammed the door behind her.
Blair scrunched her nose playfully as she beamed happily to herself. She hadn't planned on touching MJ but loved that MJ felt the need to tell her not to. She chuckled softly as MJ slammed the door in the stall and Blair turned towards the mirror. She leaned her hips against the sink as she moved closer to the mirror, checking her makeup. She made a pouty expression with her lips, looked at all the angles of her face, fluffed her hair and even adjusted her breasts as she admired her beautiful self.
MJ kept her pants up but sat on the toilet. She peered at Blair through the crack in the door and watched her gussy up. There was a time when she would have been in the mirror beside her doing the exact same thing. She hadn't cared about that sort of thing prior to Blair, but her friend had showed her a whole new world. She'd helped her do her hair and makeup. She's brought beauty and popularity into MJ's life. For two years she'd been someone different. Someone better, she thought...and now it was all gone. She was still wearing the clothes Blair had bought her because she couldn't go back to what she wore before. She still tried to do her eyeshadow the same way but just couldn't blend it the way Blair could. She was a cheaper version of who she'd been before, and she had no friends.
She hated Blair for showing her what life could be and then taking it away. She could hardly say why things had changed.
"I don't get it." She said quietly, breaching a subject they hadn't dared to in months.
Blair had no idea that MJ was watching her or that she wasn't actually going to the bathroom. She wasn't exactly in a hurry to get back to MJ could take all the time she needed. Mr. Lear would forgive them. She looked at the stall door that MJ had disappeared into when her ex-friend spoke.
"You." MJ snapped. She wasn't typically a confrontational person, but she wasn't afraid of confrontation either. She was still confused about why they hated each other, but she knew how she felt was passionate. Passionate hate. Blair had taken so much from her. Blair still had everything and now MJ had nothing.
"Just go away. You don't like me. Stop pretending to be my friend. There's no one here to trick."
It was annoying that MJ was still talking from inside the stall. But maybe it was better that way. It was easier to argue with someone when you couldn’t see their face.
Blair turned around and folder her arms, leaning back against the sink again. “You don’t like me either.” She retorted. “And you’re the one who left. The one who stopping talking to me. This is as much your fault as mine.” She said matter-of-factly.
For Blair, she felt this all stemmed from MJ. It was after she left that night thet they had stopped talking. This has been MJs fault. She had rejected Blair and her friendship and hadn’t looked back. At least that was how Blair remembered it.
"I stopped talking to you? Your perspective is so skewed. You are just believing whatever you want." MJ shook her head as she spoke, feeling the frustration and pain from the last few months welling up in her chest. She was miserable, but trying to make it seem like she was strong. She had to be strong. She couldn't rely on anyone, much less Blair.
"Forget I said anything." MJ stood up, flushed the toilet, and left the stall. She ignored Blair and went to the sink to wash her hands.
Blair frowned as she thought back on their friendship and their last night together. She had thought... it didn’t matter. Her perspective was not skewed. MJ was just being a brat.
The toilet flushed and MJ came back out. She huffed at her words. “Fine. I will.” She said with an eye roll. “You’re so stubborn.” They has been such good friends. Now it was all in the past. Whatever. She was better off if MJ was going to be like this because of...whatever it was that made her walk out that night.
MJ was stubborn, it was true...but she wasn't so sure about them being such good friends. Had they really been friends all that time or had it been a ruse? Maybe Blair had never really liked her and only kept her around so she wouldn't be lonely. Well Mj wasn't around anymore and Blair seemed just fine.
MJ ignored her and started walking back towards class.
Blair was much less bouncy on the way back. She was thinking. It gave her a headache. She walked slightly behind MJ instead of beside her and her gaze seemed locked to the back of MJ’s head, on her gorgeous curls that Blair had always envied.
She didn’t have anything else to say, but she wasn’t exactly able to ‘forget MJ had said anything’.
As it would happen, the period was almost over. They'd go to their elective--that they didn't have together--and all would be well. Blair would be out of MJ's hair and she'd be almost one day closer to graduation and leaving this small town.