Day 11

[whoeverlooks]

I

[What follows is jagged, thick writing, almost as if the person were pressing down on or actively trying to destroy the paper.]

I am not spineless.

Just so we're clear.

[Oh dear, someone's in a bad mood. If one happens to see Xion, she'd probably be shrunk up against a wall trying to make herself look invisible.]

Comments

[lovelycassie]

Oh wow! Never! You totally had a spine during that one quidditch match! You were amazing then!

[whoeverlooks]

...You don't have to say that, I'm not amazing. Just not...spineless.

[lovelycassie]

Well, I think you're totally amazing.

[whoeverlooks]

[Cassie, this has been bothering her for a while, so she's just going to say it:]

What do you want from me?

[magichairbrush]

No, you're not.

[whoeverlooks]

[Well, now she feels embarrassed for the outburst.]

...Sorry.

[magichairbrush]

It's okay. Just... Know that you're not spineless.

[thirteenlights]

No way are you spineless.

[whoeverlooks]

Roxas...I want this to be over.

[thirteenlights]

It will be. At this point I figure the shirts are either telling half-truths or full-truths. It's not like me and half the school don't know I'm short anyway.

[whoeverlooks]

...What if the words changed?

In person?

[onelongnoodle]

...Xion?

Always and always oAo

[whoeverlooks]

[She doesn't even have to look up to recognize her dormmate, she's handy like that.]

...Hi, Brittany.

In person

[onelongnoodle]

Are you sick?

In person

[whoeverlooks]

I guess you could say that. I don't feel very...um. Good. About myself right now.

[toothballs]

I never said you were!

[whoeverlooks]

Not you...

It was my shirt.

[toothballs]

What, really? Your shirt's a liar.

[whoeverlooks]

It's stupid is what it is.