Post by Angel Marissa Ryder on Apr 3, 2014 23:12:54 GMT -5
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Angel had enrolled two weeks ago into the Beacon Hills High School, but she hadn't bothered going in those two weeks since she needed to find somewhere to stay until she could find a cheap enough apartment. She had stayed at one of the shelters for a few days but she didn't feel safe there. She slept at one of the churches for a few nights until she was found out and was threatened that they would call child services on her if she didn't leave. She found an abandoned house and decided to stay there until she could really figure something out and has been staying there for the last week. She's bought some food and just keeps everything that she owns in the basement where she can get to it if she needs to bug out quickly. Technically she shouldn't even be in school since if the police really wanted to check schools for her name, they would be able to find her and drag her back to the hellhole that was supposed to be a temporary home for her. But she needed free food, and an education to graduate and get a suitable job, plus she didn't own a computer and doubted the library would let her take all of her online classes on their dinosaurs of computers.
At least she was almost 18 and she wouldn't really need to worry about being forced to go back, but she was still apart of the system whether she liked it or not since no one had really bothered to even consider adopting her. Yeah she could be a pain in the butt, but she had been put into some crappy foster homes so of course she wasn't going to act like the perfect child. She sighed audibly as she made her way through the school parking lot. She had been lucky to find a small apartment at least a little close to the school so she wouldn't entirely need a car right away. Maybe she could find someone to carpool with or something and then she wouldn't have to walk to school everyday.
She looked at the looming building that was getting closer to her as she walked towards it. It was a nice looking school to say the least, but it would feel like a prison until three in the afternoon. She hoped to make some friends that day, but who knows what would happen. She tugged on her jean jacket, her messenger bag slung across her torso and making the jacket snug against her in two spot. She pulled the bottom ends to make them a little bit more symmetrical, subconsciously making herself more presentable for her first day. She wasn't nervous, but it was definitely going to be an experience.
She pushed open one of the door and walked up the short flight of steps, remembering how to get to the office from when she had enrolled she walked towards it, taking her time and keeping her head up high, her walk confident. Quite a few people turned to look at her as she walked pass but she paid most little to no attention as she reached the main office and walked through the door. She walked briskly to the front desk where she met a lady with glasses that were just barely falling off the tip of her nose.
"Hi, I'm here for my schedule and such. I enrolled a couple weeks ago if you remember. My name's Angel Ryder" she says, flipping her hair over her shoulder to get her attention, and anyone else's. The lady looked up at me and nodded, fixing her glasses so that they were further up on her nose before turning to her computer, the glasses sliding down again.
"Yes. I'll just print out your schedule really quick and then I can see if I can get someone to show you to your locker and classes." she says as she typed away before clicking a few things and then the sound of a printer went off. She hurried to go and get it and then brought over two papers.
"Here's a map of the school and your schedule. Your locker number and combo are at the top. And..." she explained, pointing to each one and handing the two papers over before looking around the office for something, or someone.
"Hey you. Yes. Can you be so kind as to show this young lady around to her classes?" the secretary said as she pointed to some kid. She herself turned to see whom would potentially be showing her around.
At least she was almost 18 and she wouldn't really need to worry about being forced to go back, but she was still apart of the system whether she liked it or not since no one had really bothered to even consider adopting her. Yeah she could be a pain in the butt, but she had been put into some crappy foster homes so of course she wasn't going to act like the perfect child. She sighed audibly as she made her way through the school parking lot. She had been lucky to find a small apartment at least a little close to the school so she wouldn't entirely need a car right away. Maybe she could find someone to carpool with or something and then she wouldn't have to walk to school everyday.
She looked at the looming building that was getting closer to her as she walked towards it. It was a nice looking school to say the least, but it would feel like a prison until three in the afternoon. She hoped to make some friends that day, but who knows what would happen. She tugged on her jean jacket, her messenger bag slung across her torso and making the jacket snug against her in two spot. She pulled the bottom ends to make them a little bit more symmetrical, subconsciously making herself more presentable for her first day. She wasn't nervous, but it was definitely going to be an experience.
She pushed open one of the door and walked up the short flight of steps, remembering how to get to the office from when she had enrolled she walked towards it, taking her time and keeping her head up high, her walk confident. Quite a few people turned to look at her as she walked pass but she paid most little to no attention as she reached the main office and walked through the door. She walked briskly to the front desk where she met a lady with glasses that were just barely falling off the tip of her nose.
"Hi, I'm here for my schedule and such. I enrolled a couple weeks ago if you remember. My name's Angel Ryder" she says, flipping her hair over her shoulder to get her attention, and anyone else's. The lady looked up at me and nodded, fixing her glasses so that they were further up on her nose before turning to her computer, the glasses sliding down again.
"Yes. I'll just print out your schedule really quick and then I can see if I can get someone to show you to your locker and classes." she says as she typed away before clicking a few things and then the sound of a printer went off. She hurried to go and get it and then brought over two papers.
"Here's a map of the school and your schedule. Your locker number and combo are at the top. And..." she explained, pointing to each one and handing the two papers over before looking around the office for something, or someone.
"Hey you. Yes. Can you be so kind as to show this young lady around to her classes?" the secretary said as she pointed to some kid. She herself turned to see whom would potentially be showing her around.
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