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Fantasy High school for the angelic, and demonic

"Oh um, yeah!" Karen said, having completely forgotten about that.


(Brb i have to feed meh cats)
 
Karen struggled to sit up and get out of the bed. On her third try, she made it off of the bed and went over to the closet. She looked down at her pajamas. "I'm not even going to try to use magic." Karen muttered. She changed into a black tank top with a gold collar and some jeans.
 
"Don't show off." Karen said as she slipped on a pair of black heels. "Now that's what I call awesome. Pregnant and still able to wear high heeled shoes." Karen said, touching up her hair in a mirror.
 
Karen finished her hair and makeup quickly... Well, quickly for a girl. She then turned around and smiled at Kaneki. "Okay, I wrote down all the good brands to get. Kyra told me because she's an awesome sister." Karen said, smiling and totally disregarding the fact that this shirt showed off her cleavage.
 
Karen ignored Kaneki's wandering eyes and took his hand, leading him out of the bedroom.
 
Karen tried not to look into Tucker's room, fearing what she might see. But, she glanced in and saw them laying in bed. Karen smirked at the couple. "They really are cute." She thought.
 
"I cant look at that and see as something I smirk at because I have a feeling neither one of them have clothes on." Says Kaneki continuing to walk.
 
Karen paused. "Thank you Kaneki. You just ruined everything." She said sarcastically. Karen then continued to walk beside him.
 
Karen sighed. "Sad part is... You're right." She said. Karen leaned against the kitchen counter to catch her breath slightly. "Okay... I'm making breakfast. What do you want?" She asked Kaneki.
 
Karen looked at Kaneki sternly. "If you don't tell me what you want to eat I'm just going to make something." She said.
 
Karen took out a pan and set it on the stove. She proceeded to make french toast, adding extra cinnamon like her mom always told her. Karen felt a pang of sadness as she thought about how her mom would never meet the baby.
 
"No." Karen said blankly as she continued to make the french toast.


(Seriously... Why is it called French toast?)
 

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