sheen chewed on her lip attentively, brows furrowed in a frown that seemed mismatching to her childish appearance. She was scribbling something in a book, a book that had the name Natalie on it. No, she didn't steal it, yes she took it from the lost and found.

"She's supposed to be here." She complained looking at the gym. "I must have remembered wrong." Black pen marks scratched out Kseniyev's location being the gym just in time for her to actually show up.

Heart jolting she dove behind some lockers, thankfully she was so tiny she could fit into odd places, really odd places. In fact she could actually shove herself behind the lockers and the wall.

The rebel didn't see her which was great, but now she had to write her location being the gym all over. She left her stalker book behind the lockers in order to actually go into the gym. This was the first time she'd ever seen the girl come here. It had been found out totally by chance! One minute she was walking the next she saw her leaving the gym. Jotting the time and date down Osheen made plans to see if she'd return.

Like oil and water everyone moved away from her which made sense. Osheen had seen her last attack and it threw off her whole concept of this girl. She could attack, which meant there was truth in all the crazy rumors about her circling the school.

The young teen had a plan though, to learn from her but also help her. If she kept up like this she might end up in jail. Clearly some jerkwards hurt her really bad because no one was born swinging fists. She snorted at the image of a baby doing it but quickly covered her mouth dodging behind some equipment.

Waiting a moment she peeked over hoping to get some more intel. "Oh, she's got headphones on," Osheen quickly determined and straightened. Her head bobbed up and down as she followed her movements. There was no way in a million years she'd ever be able to do that. In fact she didn't think she had ever worked out in her life!!

"Gotta start somewhere." She moved to grab a 5 pound dumbbell and moved to sit behind Kseniyev. People were staring at her like she was crazy, but she didn't think the Russian would see her, she had music in and her back was facing her. So, Osheen used her as inspiration, trying to match her movement with her little weight.



"Up down, down up," she smiled feeling overly pleased with herself.



💭 Siting on bench behind Kseniyev
💭 Not dressed appropriately for working out at all

Autumn Afternoon ♛ Outfit ♛ Kseniyev Kushnir

sheen tried to match her rhythm, but even though she didn't have a 20 pound weight she struggled. By 10 she was pretty much dead, but she did manage 5 more after resting.

'I wonder how hard she punches.' Her head bobbed up and down as she tried to invasion her fists of fury flying forward. 'I wish I could steal just an inch of her strength maybe 5%...imagine what I could do.' She peered at her own arm trying to clench her fists to make muscle appear, but she was...for lack of a better word totally flat.

Others were whispering, and watching them, thinking Osheen was nuts for getting anywhere near this girl. But she didn't really pay them any mind, she had been bullied all of her life so other people thinking her weird didn't bother her anymore.

While lost in her own head, Kseniyev had turned around. With a cheerful grin she looked back to her, but that smile was wiped clean off her face. She paled realizing that she had been caught, when had she stopped exercising?!

❝︎ You .. Osheen , right ? ❞︎

She remembered! However, that moment of happiness faded away when she called her out in the nastiest of ways. She stared at her looking stunned, and time felt like it was slowing. Her throat felt dry and she tried to smile, even though she didn't know why. Her vision was blurring and she had trouble breathing for some reason.


She let out a forced laugh, "Sorry." She smiled awkwardly at her but she could feel those dreaded tears running down her cheeks.

Strange how she didn't feel scared of her...just humiliated, maybe stupefied...but beneath it all there was a whirlwind of emotions. She was all of what she said and more...it was stupid, stupid stupid trying to befriend her.

"Have a nice day," She gave a small wave, trying to still smile even though it felt plastered on her face by this point. Someone was filming them on their phone, but that's what people did...they gawked. She—she really hated people. That dark thought crossed her mind.

Making her way out of the gym, she tried to be brave, to stand up tall despite feeling overwhelmed. But she knew in the end she'd just find herself in the bathroom crying again.

💭 Crying silently/leaving
💭 Being filmed

Autumn Afternoon ♛ Outfit ♛ Kseniyev Kushnir