The Dandelion Motel
Witch Girl VS Hardeness Pupil
"This place has three main buildings. One was used as a school, while the rest were dormitories of sons and daughters." the headmaster gave an explanation.
Rosaline nodded casually, while her eyes looked around.
"Excuse me, you called me?" a female teacher stood in the doorway.
"Mrs Viona, please come in! Yes, I called you. Meet Billy and his son Rosaline, new students at our school. Please take her to her room in the dormitory!"
The math teacher named Viona immediately took Rosaline to the female dormitory.
In the hallway, they met the boy that Rosaline had seen from the window.
The student was led into the disciplinary room, while his video camera was confiscated.
Strangely, he felt no fear or regret at all and even haha-hihi as if punishment was his best friend.
"Hi, Miss Viona!" the boy's student even had time to greet the math teacher who walked together with Rosaline with a crybaby.
"Ckckck! This time delinquent what else are you doing?"
"Hehehe.." the man's student chuckled casually.
He also smiled at Rosaline who was staring at him flatly, not interested at all.
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Rosaline stared at her dorm room expressionlessly. There are 2 beds and 2 tables and a closet. However, he will stay alone as his father makes a special request to the principal.
He already knew the true nature of Rosaline and all behavior beyond reason.
Instead of doing something weird and scaring her roommate, she should have her own room. It doesn't matter if you have to pay more.
The High School is a high school. Countless more so often Rosaline moved.
The reason is always simple, berating the teacher with harsh words, disturbing friends to be caught carrying cigarettes.
The cliche!
Simple!
It's like he's wrong, but there's always a story behind it.
For example, at one school, Rosaline had caught 2 teachers doing sacrilegious.
He who was upset with their behavior also cursed and dismantled it loudly when one of the teachers reprimanded him in class because he was caught not listening.
"Undisciplined people who are fond of breaking rules like this should be thrown away instead of burdening society! You know, ignoring that rule is one form of moral perversion?" insinuations.
Rosaline who hates hypocritical two-faced humans immediately slumped and could not stand it anymore, she finally exposed the behavior of the wedge teacher****n it blatantly.
Of course there was a commotion.
The incident became a big scandal because it turns out not only Rosaline who had caught him immoral.
The other disciples knew, but they were too timid and silent.
Both teachers were expelled, but Rosaline's position was not safe. He was considered a threat by other teachers because of his blameless nature.
Rosaline was eventually expelled.
Instead of protesting, the witch girl was happy not to be a bitch.
He was happy because he did not bother to go to school anymore and gathered with hypocritical humans who were sweet in front but liked to gossip at the back.
We know the typical Rosaline who is nothing, fearless and immediately curses when she does not like it.
After a dozen school transfers, Billy never gave up as if he was not desperate. He kept looking for a new school.
Rosaline remembers her father's advice every time he gets kicked out of school.
"Even the smart ones need to jam and kill each other to find their place in the world, then you think there's going to be a place for fools? Don't be a fool! Treasures will run out, but science will be eternal, Rose!"
Rosaline always nodded casually every time the sentence circled her eardrum. He was naughty, but never interjected when his parents were talking.
He didn't get dizzy.
Cuey!
It's cold!
And stupid shit!
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This is Rosaline's first night in the dorm, she can't sleep because the room is still new to her and not used to it. He tried taking sleeping pills but it didn't help.
At 1 am, everyone went to bed since 9.
The long curly-haired young girl walked down the hall alone.
He took the stairs to the attic.
He leisurely sat on the wall with his legs dangling down
His finger then pulled out a cigarette and a match.
"Do I have to try?" muttered.
Because even though he always carries both objects at all times, but he never really sucks them.
For Rosaline it was just a weapon, a kind of armor for her.
Weirdo?
Indeed indeed!
That's our Rosaline, her behavior is disrespectful and unpredictable.
Not without reason.
Back in Elementary School, he had been a victim of bully by his classmates.
And when he entered Middle School he was determined to protect himself by being cold and trying not to be easily intimidated.
Being branded naughty and shunned by his friends is not a problem for Rosaline, instead she is more comfortable with it because indeed she is not clever and does not like to mince words.
He has the collection of that thing.
Inhalation of the nicotine coils are strong toxic and exhaled slowly like a great smoker.
Ah...taste...not bad!
Rosaline smiled looking at the wisp of poisonous smoke drifting thinly around her face and disappearing in the embrace of the atmosphere.
Above, the sky is so bright. Beautifully scattered stars decorate the sky.
The sound of the beast of the night was earthy. No wonder, this place is near forests and mountains.
He is now standing on the wall. Underneath the world feels small and unreal.
He stretched out his arms, enjoying the breeze that came greeting the face.
And suddenly something pulled on his arm, making him lose his balance and fall backwards.
A new cigarette several times in the sip slammed away while his body landed on something.
Oh, whoa!
Not something, but someone!
Rosaline shouted in surprise, she complained but the figure that pulled her smothered her mouth and rolled over changing their position.
Now he's got Rosaline under him.
Rosaline. He recognized the wedge****n who had disturbed his intimacy with the nicotine coils.
He was that punk.
The crybaby student who was led into the disciplinary room.
There was the sound of people running up the stairs in shock.
The hooded disciple directly pulled Rosaline and dragged her into an invisible dark corner.
He snaps it from behind.
They stood without distance with a sigh of excitement slowly full of tension and seemed to compromise to remain silent so as not to be discovered.
"Who's there?" the security officer shouted as he checked the attic with his flashlight.
He ran here because he heard Rosaline's scream, but it turned out that when he checked there was nothing.
"What are ghosts?" murmured creeps.
"Why is this door not locked? Dangerous! You can commit suicide again like you used to!"
He hurriedly locked the attic door and left in fear.
He doesn't know if there are two people trapped there.
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