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Helena was in her jogging uniform on a weekend. Unlike whatever her ex-friend Alisa, even if her hatred has cooled for the sliver haired bitch since their early high school years,did Helena preferred to run alone on the weekends to keep her figure as well as her brain sharp. Her long blonde hair was tied into a ponytail in order to keep it out of her eyes.
“ How far….have I gone?” Helena huffs as she looks at the watch that keeps track of vitals with her progress while wiping a sheen of sweat trying to get into her green eyes with her long pink sleeve, her black sweats shifting as she stretches her neck. “ Five miles. Not bad at all.”
One would think this pink loving witch would actually be in cross country but for Helena this is a get away from her over expecting and very well off parents and her finals for senior year. It started small with only a walk around the block at the start before it became what it is nearly eight months later. The blonde did try to get her fellow witch and Alisa hater slash friend named Amber to join her but only got a look of disgust and the words ‘I much prefer the gym thank you but no’.
Readying herself for the jog all the way home, Helena…
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