❀ nine
[Iseult was walking to class when she caught sight of someone crossing the street ahead of her. She did a double-take, naturally, because the girl was the very image of her. There was just something wrong. Okay, there were a lot of things wrong. For one thing, this other Iseult was wearing flats, teamed with a skirt that reached her mid-calves and a turtleneck sweater. Iseult could have gagged at the offensive sight. The other Iseult looked over her shoulder at her, clear eyes widening in shock (an expression mirrored on Iseult's own face).
She hurried to catch up, which was no mean feat in her heels, but she lost sight of the girl in the throng of students making their way through the Columbia campus. Iseult didn't doubt that the girl was her double; it had been uncanny. She just hoped that, somehow, the resemblance passed her friends by or else she'd never be able to live it down.]
Apologies for the other morning, Pheme.
Also, I think maybe I'm losing my mind but that's okay. Whatever gets me through biochem.
She hurried to catch up, which was no mean feat in her heels, but she lost sight of the girl in the throng of students making their way through the Columbia campus. Iseult didn't doubt that the girl was her double; it had been uncanny. She just hoped that, somehow, the resemblance passed her friends by or else she'd never be able to live it down.]
Apologies for the other morning, Pheme.
Also, I think maybe I'm losing my mind but that's okay. Whatever gets me through biochem.