pandakatiefominz
Wraith
Milo scurried off to class, blending in with the crowd, scanning it as he went so he could hide if need be, and then slipped into class, where most people didn't even notice his existence, or if they did, they didn't acknowledge it. Even after his talk with Alec, he still kept thinking about Xander, and how maybe it was his own fault that they didn't, but another voice kept reminding him it wasn't like this was his first time at a new school. It wasn't like he hadn't tried before. He was operating on what he had learned, this school wouldn't be miraculously the one school that mattered. The world didn't work like that.
And at the end of the day, he went back to the room that was really a scrapbooking room, and sat down on the bed that had his grandmother's floral bedspread, said hello to the parakeets, and flipped through his box of photographs.
Meanwhile, when the twins came home, Daizi greeted them at the door, "Hey, habibis. Cooger visited earlier, so I made some rose lemonade. There's still some left--how was school?""
And at the end of the day, he went back to the room that was really a scrapbooking room, and sat down on the bed that had his grandmother's floral bedspread, said hello to the parakeets, and flipped through his box of photographs.
Meanwhile, when the twins came home, Daizi greeted them at the door, "Hey, habibis. Cooger visited earlier, so I made some rose lemonade. There's still some left--how was school?""
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