"Her"
To be.
Zell was late, yet again. Muttering something under his breath, he opened the door to the classroom. But this wasn't about him. This is about the blonde instructor who was teaching. Number 14, to be exact. She pushed her hair back into a clip and narrowed her eyes. Zell whimpered before her.
"Was there something, Mr. Dincht, that was more important that my class?" she asked this quite often. He noticed her eyes were an emerald green. He's seen them somewhere before. Shaking his thoughts off, he tried to come up with a good excuse. A good lie never hurt anyone but the liar. He scratched the back of his head and lied through his teeth.
"Selphie needed help with the festival." Zell muttered. Did she just wince? Zell waited for his detention.
"Sit, Mr. Dincht." She turned and clicked her heels, walking towards the board. Taking up the dry erase marker, she started to write. The handwriting was small, and neat. Not the normal large and loopy Quisty handwriting. Weird, that looked oddly familiar too. Zell scribbled something on his paper and sighed. This was going to be a looong class, might as well get comforatble. "So as you can see, limit breaks are quite powerful. 'Rapture', as you know.."
'Rapture'? Does she mean Selphies limit break? Zell, snap out of it! The bell rang, and Quistis announced the homework, leaving the kids to go and do whatever they do. He got up and left.
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Quistis sat at her vanity, looking at her complexion. She had the green already. Ah, the miracles of contacts. Slowly, Quistis opened the drawer on the top right and pulled out a bottle. "For the blonde who wants to be a brunette". Smiling, she got up, peeled off her clothing and stepped into the small bathroom with the bottle. She wetted her hair in the sink, and flung back the long blonde locks.
"To be as pretty." Opening the bottle, she squirted the liquid on her hair. Massaging it down to her skull, Quistis moaned. "You must be."
"To be Selphie." Quistis opened her eyes and looked at the now brown locks, and smiled a wicked smile. "You must be brunette."
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"Quistis, look, I'm sorry I'm la-" Zell stopped dead in his tracks. Quistis turned and looked at him. Her once blonde hair was now a deep shade of brown. Her eyes the brilliance of a greenish shade. "Selphie?"
"Zelly! Take your seat." She giggled. Okay, something weird is definatley going on here. He took his seat, shuffling his large feet, and sat. She picked up the marker and tossed it from one hand to the other. "Okay! So today, we're like, learning about chocobos! Booyaka!"
'What the hell?!' Zell coulda sworn it was the spitting image of Selphie, if not the fact it was Quistis' long face and slender nose, and her outfit. She smiled at him and drew a funny little chocobo on the board. This was getting out of hand. Zell stood up, and bolted out of the door. The other students, along with Quistis looked out the door.
"He's a bummer!" Quistis giggled again, and strolled back into her classroom. The other students shrugged, and sat down.
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"I'm not her yet, oh but I will be. I will be her, I swear to Hyne." Quistis tore yellow fabric from her once favorite curtains, and sat down with a needle. Giggling while she worked, she fashioned the curtain around her. "A zipper."
Walking towards her closet, she looked at her vest in awe. A zipper ran down the middle. Taking some scissors from the box on the table beside the closet, she cut the zipper and lined it along the middle of her curtain-dress. Humming, she continued to sew. Now for an armband. Quistis looked high and low, until she saw what she was looking for. The thin band around her whip would do. She took a screw-driver and tore it off. Two small holes at each end of the band. But it was still too small. Taking a strip of ribbon, she fastened the armband around her. Slipping on the dress, she twirled around in the mirror. "Hi, my name's Selphie Tilmitt. What's your name?"
A knock. Poo. Who could that be? Quistis walked to the door, and opened it just a crack. "Who is it?"
"Quistis! Open up." Zell. What did HE want? Quistis made a face.
"I just got out of the shower Zell. Go away." Quistis walked to the mirror after closing the door. Taking up the scissors, she started to cut her hair. Long locks fell to the floor. 'Hey! My name's Selphie! I'm a SeeD at Balamb. I'm in charge of the garden festival.' Quistis looked down at the picture of the smiling Selphie and cut her hair like hers.
"Quisty!"
"I'm not Quistis, I'm Selphie."
"Oh..my God, Quistis.." Zell was standing at the door, Squall and Seifer behind him. The looked at her on the floor. Cut hair around her.
"Don't call me that. My name's Selphie."
"Let's get her up.." Squall reached for her arm. "C'mon Quistis."
"I'M NOT! STOP CALLING ME THAT!" She started to thrash. "I'M SELPHIE! HAHA BOOYAkA! SELPHIE!"
"Let's get her out of here and get her some help.." Seifer grabbed her other arm.
"Geezus."
To be.
Zell was late, yet again. Muttering something under his breath, he opened the door to the classroom. But this wasn't about him. This is about the blonde instructor who was teaching. Number 14, to be exact. She pushed her hair back into a clip and narrowed her eyes. Zell whimpered before her.
"Was there something, Mr. Dincht, that was more important that my class?" she asked this quite often. He noticed her eyes were an emerald green. He's seen them somewhere before. Shaking his thoughts off, he tried to come up with a good excuse. A good lie never hurt anyone but the liar. He scratched the back of his head and lied through his teeth.
"Selphie needed help with the festival." Zell muttered. Did she just wince? Zell waited for his detention.
"Sit, Mr. Dincht." She turned and clicked her heels, walking towards the board. Taking up the dry erase marker, she started to write. The handwriting was small, and neat. Not the normal large and loopy Quisty handwriting. Weird, that looked oddly familiar too. Zell scribbled something on his paper and sighed. This was going to be a looong class, might as well get comforatble. "So as you can see, limit breaks are quite powerful. 'Rapture', as you know.."
'Rapture'? Does she mean Selphies limit break? Zell, snap out of it! The bell rang, and Quistis announced the homework, leaving the kids to go and do whatever they do. He got up and left.
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Quistis sat at her vanity, looking at her complexion. She had the green already. Ah, the miracles of contacts. Slowly, Quistis opened the drawer on the top right and pulled out a bottle. "For the blonde who wants to be a brunette". Smiling, she got up, peeled off her clothing and stepped into the small bathroom with the bottle. She wetted her hair in the sink, and flung back the long blonde locks.
"To be as pretty." Opening the bottle, she squirted the liquid on her hair. Massaging it down to her skull, Quistis moaned. "You must be."
"To be Selphie." Quistis opened her eyes and looked at the now brown locks, and smiled a wicked smile. "You must be brunette."
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"Quistis, look, I'm sorry I'm la-" Zell stopped dead in his tracks. Quistis turned and looked at him. Her once blonde hair was now a deep shade of brown. Her eyes the brilliance of a greenish shade. "Selphie?"
"Zelly! Take your seat." She giggled. Okay, something weird is definatley going on here. He took his seat, shuffling his large feet, and sat. She picked up the marker and tossed it from one hand to the other. "Okay! So today, we're like, learning about chocobos! Booyaka!"
'What the hell?!' Zell coulda sworn it was the spitting image of Selphie, if not the fact it was Quistis' long face and slender nose, and her outfit. She smiled at him and drew a funny little chocobo on the board. This was getting out of hand. Zell stood up, and bolted out of the door. The other students, along with Quistis looked out the door.
"He's a bummer!" Quistis giggled again, and strolled back into her classroom. The other students shrugged, and sat down.
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"I'm not her yet, oh but I will be. I will be her, I swear to Hyne." Quistis tore yellow fabric from her once favorite curtains, and sat down with a needle. Giggling while she worked, she fashioned the curtain around her. "A zipper."
Walking towards her closet, she looked at her vest in awe. A zipper ran down the middle. Taking some scissors from the box on the table beside the closet, she cut the zipper and lined it along the middle of her curtain-dress. Humming, she continued to sew. Now for an armband. Quistis looked high and low, until she saw what she was looking for. The thin band around her whip would do. She took a screw-driver and tore it off. Two small holes at each end of the band. But it was still too small. Taking a strip of ribbon, she fastened the armband around her. Slipping on the dress, she twirled around in the mirror. "Hi, my name's Selphie Tilmitt. What's your name?"
A knock. Poo. Who could that be? Quistis walked to the door, and opened it just a crack. "Who is it?"
"Quistis! Open up." Zell. What did HE want? Quistis made a face.
"I just got out of the shower Zell. Go away." Quistis walked to the mirror after closing the door. Taking up the scissors, she started to cut her hair. Long locks fell to the floor. 'Hey! My name's Selphie! I'm a SeeD at Balamb. I'm in charge of the garden festival.' Quistis looked down at the picture of the smiling Selphie and cut her hair like hers.
"Quisty!"
"I'm not Quistis, I'm Selphie."
"Oh..my God, Quistis.." Zell was standing at the door, Squall and Seifer behind him. The looked at her on the floor. Cut hair around her.
"Don't call me that. My name's Selphie."
"Let's get her up.." Squall reached for her arm. "C'mon Quistis."
"I'M NOT! STOP CALLING ME THAT!" She started to thrash. "I'M SELPHIE! HAHA BOOYAkA! SELPHIE!"
"Let's get her out of here and get her some help.." Seifer grabbed her other arm.
"Geezus."