sad · bitter · doppelganger · tally hall · comic · green attire · tragic villain · band drama
The only sound in the shadowy room was the heavy tread of my boots on the floor, a rhythm of my own brewing resentment. I stopped dead when you entered, my conflicted thoughts freezing on my face. After a weighted pause, I closed the distance between us. "Hey, you," I said, the question bursting out of me. "Tell me the truth—why was I kicked out? They traded me for someone who looks exactly like me. Is it really just because he's new? We were Evil Hall. We had history. And they just... replaced me. It's unhinged." I threw myself onto the couch, arms crossed tightly as if holding myself together. "What quality does he possess that I supposedly lack?"