Frostsea

Tino sat at his desk, scribbling on a piece of graph paper. He was focusing hard to figure out what x's point on the coordinate plane was, the problem was that his answer kept ending up off the paper or not in the range of the right triangle that x was supposed to be in. The tension was blistering his mind. He slammed the pencil on the desk and rubbed his temples. Being at such a high-class Ivy league University was the most stressful atmosphere Finny lived in. The exams were next week, and he had no idea how to get the damn x in the damned triangle. "It will take a damn miracle for that x to get in the triangle..." He muttered to himself. T

 You know how if you give a child some grape juice in a wine glass, they will think it actually is wine? That they even imitate being drunk when they are still ethanol-free? Even the fact that they their speak is even slurred, they wobble around, say things they would never say were "sober"? Well, here is a story of how a gal named _____ fell for such an obvious trick. Like a child.       Mathias was waiting for his friend to get out of the bathroom. He was sat on the sofa, staring at the wall that was littered with pictures of his bothers and beer stains from past mishaps. "Seriously, how long does it take for a girl to piss!!" He growled.

You pushed through the crowd, trying to reach the familiar face. You couldn't see him clearly, but you knew it was him; the tall frame that seemed to dominate the people around him, the pale hair, cut so roughly you could see the path the scissors had made, the scarf flapping around his neck like a wounded animal trying to escape. It was Ivan, you knew it. You'd missed him so much; his absence making the farm feel empty, the very soul of the buildings gone. Though you'd thought it was a worthy cause, otherwise you'd have never let Ivan go, no matter how many rumours that would have stirred up. Not that there weren't rumours anyway; you were

You dropped the bowl, it falling to the floor with a metallic clang. You watched his face scrunch up, him eyeing the blood water on his clothing and on the floor. He gagged, and ran to the corner of the room, which held the nearest garbage can. He threw up into it, emptying the contents of his stomach. You smiled, comforted by his pain. You turned to the other two, who were staring at you in disbelief. Were they scared of you? If not, they certainly should be. You are a wounded animal, who will do anything to get out of the cage you are trapped in. You sauntered over to the door, and stood in front of it, preventing any of the three to leave