Masume
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Ever get the feeling you were being watched? That awkward feeling that made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end? Well Miss Ororo Munroe was having one of these feelings. Turning her head so she could look over her shoulder she spotted icy blue eyes watching her and they didn’t look too happy to see her.
When did she ever look happy? Unless of course she was torturing someone mentally or physically.
These days she always seemed to be on the bad side of the White Queen. She had a sneaking suspicion the cold shoulder received had something to do with the last batch of detentions she handed out earlier today. It was simple. Act out in class repeatedly you get detention. This was her rule and she stuck by it. She didn’t fear Emma in fact a small part of her liked ticking her off.
Debating whether or not she should get up and directly ask Emma what her issue was. She simply turned around on the cafeteria bench, crossing one leg over the other and stared right back.
“Need something?” She asked making sure her voice was loud enough to rise over the chatter around them.
When did she ever look happy? Unless of course she was torturing someone mentally or physically.
These days she always seemed to be on the bad side of the White Queen. She had a sneaking suspicion the cold shoulder received had something to do with the last batch of detentions she handed out earlier today. It was simple. Act out in class repeatedly you get detention. This was her rule and she stuck by it. She didn’t fear Emma in fact a small part of her liked ticking her off.
Debating whether or not she should get up and directly ask Emma what her issue was. She simply turned around on the cafeteria bench, crossing one leg over the other and stared right back.
“Need something?” She asked making sure her voice was loud enough to rise over the chatter around them.