[ A long breath, through her nose, chest rising and holding. Certainly not everyone she knows hates her! Then again, everyone she may know isn't there, in this crazy ass town.
She pays attention to his answer, not necessarily caring for it. What if she wants to know the brutal truth? Fine. He's truthful in feeling that that she won't like the answer, what with how easily his tone slips to a more serious one. A nod before her expression turns confused. ] High school? [ The slam of a locker, a rush of steps down the hall on white with rows of blue linoleum beneath her feet. She's late. Her head shakes that...memory, away. She's over five hundred years old: high school shouldn't be a thing. ] What? I...Damon. [ She remembers those rules of the town then. Oops. Sure came close to breaking them upon being back in the real world. ] Did we go any other -- school, together? [ She knows/thinks no, not with the ages they both are, but accepting that she may have memories of this place settling in is not something she wants to accept. ]
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She pays attention to his answer, not necessarily caring for it. What if she wants to know the brutal truth? Fine. He's truthful in feeling that that she won't like the answer, what with how easily his tone slips to a more serious one. A nod before her expression turns confused. ] High school? [ The slam of a locker, a rush of steps down the hall on white with rows of blue linoleum beneath her feet. She's late. Her head shakes that...memory, away. She's over five hundred years old: high school shouldn't be a thing. ] What? I...Damon. [ She remembers those rules of the town then. Oops. Sure came close to breaking them upon being back in the real world. ] Did we go any other -- school, together? [ She knows/thinks no, not with the ages they both are, but accepting that she may have memories of this place settling in is not something she wants to accept. ]