The night lagged on.
Blondie could hear the faint breathing of the girls near her snuggled in their separate sleeping bags. She was envious of how fast they managed to fall asleep. It was about 1:00 am- or around. She doubted it as 7:00 in the afternoon, so obviously, her devices were telling the wrong time. She could recall noticing Kitty with a watch, but she didn't want to wake her, plus: the clock seemed broken. Unless having twisted wires around it is totally normal for the toast loving cat.
She recalls this morning, what is it really only morning when she met these girls? It honestly felt like a lifetime ago, she felt like she knew these girls already like they were best friends. But that was impossible if she knew them she would of at least recall knowing about other powers existing. Or at least, her blog would have said something.
Or maybe, it wouldn't have. No, it definitely wouldn't have. Why would she willingly post about her power's knowing the danger and consequence? Nevertheless about her friends or personal life, she judged herself and came to a conclusion that she was defiantly not the type of reporter or journalist to give their personal opinion often. But..if she didn't post publicly or mentioned her powers..then why were they here? Or in the cell earlier? The guards were clever, they attempted to chain our cuff numb hands thinking that would be enough to prevent the powers, they know. That's why their being chased.
She stretched her hand out to reach her shaded blue mirror pad, unlocking the digital locket on the screen. Apparently only Blondie could, due to the device being programmed to only follow her fingerprints. Which she thought was very smart of her.
She clicked on the bear decorating the bow at the bottom leading her to the home screen. She can't remember her memory, but she remembered how to function her mirror pad very well. Swiping away her eyes scanned for anything that could jog her memory. The quietness and darkness of the room had caused her brain to overload with too many thoughts and questions to handle. Maybe she was one of those girls who had a diary app instead of actual paper and ink. But she didn't find anything, just endless amounts of drafts she was probably going to post on her blog but never did.
For now, she ignored the drafts and went through every photo of her gallery like it was a slideshow. She didn't found much at first. Most of it were again for her blogs like screenshots of well-written articles, blogging tips, photographs, gossip, news, and interviews from idols.
But once she was about to completely fall in despair for not finding anything, hope greeted her once again.
Selfies and photographs of what seemed to be her and her low amount friends at parties or sitting down in the Paris-like tables outside a Caffe appeared. She seemed happy, and naive here compared to how. But these photos were slightly blurred. She obviously was, at least, a year younger here, and had no skills for taking proper photos or videos at all. These photos weren't of any use.
The first one was a selfie of herself, well actually the first 13 more. The most recent one seemed like the only one that turned out ok, like any teenage girl she had her selfie fails. She was wearing the same outfit as she was earlier before it was ruined. She was in a fancy looking dorm room. She noticed the other half of the room was pink unlike her side blue and gold like the side with bows instead of bows and arrows.
The next one was the same, except her eyes were closed probably from blinking: and the door was opened, casting the camera to focus on the light instead of her.
The next had an extra hand holding the door handle, but her thick curls blocked the person's actual figure.
Blondie kept scrolling.
The next had the same person walking, and now she could tell it was a girl dressed in pink, she had curly hair too. But her face wasn't in the picture.
After some more scrolling, She found an actual useful picture.
There was a pale dressed in the pink girl with rosy cheeks and lips appeared in the corner of the picture. She was sitting at a white vanity starring at her completion in the mirror, mostly at the red dot on her forehead. That poor girl, having to deal with pimples Blondie thought as she felt her own face for red nightmares. She sighed in relief, thankfully, no red dot's covered her smooth face today.
But still, who was this girl? She obviously knew her, they were living in the same dorm. Those that mean they were in a school? Or maybe they were relatives. No, that can't be it. They don't look anything alike. These must be a dorm room at a boarding school. There's no other explanation.
The eyelids over Blondies eyes slowly began to close. At last, sleep welcomed her.
The next morning all the girls but Blondie were awake in the kitchen, drinking hot bottles of water and munching on some beef jerky they found in the fridge. Kitty was eating toast. She wouldn't reveal where she had gotten it. The toast was her thing and hers only.
''Sooo...'' Apple said trying to start a conversation.
''So?'' Cerise said, who unlike Apple was taking larger bites of her beef jerky like nothing. Apple didn't question it. Every girl had their favorite food, she shouldn't question hers. The Girble says so. ( AN: XD Girl Bibble, you all better get the reference here)
''So like, what now? Don't you think those stupid guards will look for us?''
Cerise paused and thought for a moment. Surely they will be looking for them if they went through all that trouble to lock them up in a prison.
''Yeah. Probably because of..well you know...''-she pulled her hood closer to her-'' I just wish we knew where we were. I don't know where to go when food runs out. I don't even know how I managed to bring you guys here honestly.''
Apple nodded continuing to take small bites off her food.
''Morning...'' a mumbled voice said from the doorway. It was Blondie, who finally woke up.
''GOOOOOD MORNING XDXDXD'" Kitty yelled in her ear as she hung from the ceiling.
''KITTY! ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME DEATH?!' Blondie yelled back.
''Your anger issues are worst in the morning..'' Kitty mumbled sweat dropping while the other girls nodded their heads in agreement.
''What was that?-.-''
''oh nothiiinnggg..''
''Good'' Blondie said pointing her nose to the air as she grabbed a water bottle, uncapped it, and leaned against the wall as if nothing has happened.
''Characters are so bipolar now and days right?'' Kitty said staring at nothing in particular as if she was talking to someone in the corner.
Characters are extremely bipolar...
''Did you guys find anything new?'' Apple asks, ignoring Kitty weird behavior.
''Not really..'' Cerise replied while the purple cat shook her head, still grinning.
''I'm not sure..''
''What do you mean?''
Blondie sighed and pulled her mirror pad from inside the cloak she was wearing and sat it on the table.
''I found these picture last night before I went to sleep. It looks like a dorm room at a Boarding school, but I could be wrong.''
''Who's the girl in the corner. She seems nice, poor her. That little red pimple looks awful!'' Kitty commented in horror.
''That's not the point... But who is she?''
''I'm not sure. She looks like she could be my roommate, and I definitely know her. I just.. don't remember..''
Apple stayed quiet starring at the pinkette in the corner. Blondie's theory seemed to be correct. Half the room seemed to match Blondie's Lolita type (even doe she's low key not...), and the other half the style of the girl. She seemed strangely familiar in a way. Her pink tinted skin, pink curls, golden accents, her cupid heart loving personality...
''Cupid!'' Apple yelled standing up.
''Cupid? I don't recall it being Valentine's Day.''
''No silly, I mean her name. It's Cupid! I know her from somewhere!''
''Seriously?'' Cerise said eagerly. Finally, where getting somewhere.
''Yes, I just don't know from where.''
''If both Blondie and Apple know this girl, doesn't that mean that they both attended the same school? I mean if it is a dorm room. However boarding school sound like no fun! An all year round school..'' Kitty shivered at the thought. A school where you were only required to attend once a year sounded much less stressful.
''I guess... I haven't seen her on any of my other photos...''
''And I don't remember a bipolar anger issued blonde either.''
''HEY!''
''Apple you're learning the wonder-filled ways!'' Kitty happily exclaimed.'' The characters are developing!XD'' And where back to the start... Cerise sighed starring at the arguing girls surrounding her. She looked down at Blondie's Mirror Pad and skimmed true the photo gallery.
A recent screenshot caught her attention.
It was a picture of the first page of an article.
In big bold letters, the tittle read
''EVER AFTER HIGH SHUTTED DOWN?''