Post by Carter Roth on Jul 10, 2014 22:27:21 GMT -5
Hallways. The natural habitat of high school-going teenagers. You had the jocks, whom herded together like zebras -albeit loud, annoying zebras, the "popular" girls who were more like lionesses the way they grouped together and looked for the one zebra that wondered too far from its herd; you had the "not really popular but kinda?" kids that tried to get in with the zebras like oxpecker birds and then last but not least: you had the wildebeest. The ones who didn't really fit into one particular group for one reason or another, ending up forming their own little bands to make up the most populous species that inhabited the bane of most every person's existence from the ages of roughly thirteen to eighteen.
Carter was one such wildebeest, standing out a little bit only thanks to her blue hair, of which she was almost positive she was the only one in the school to sport. Other than that she was rather average, though she managed to be loud and sound mean enough to get the people clogging up the already crowded hallways every once in a while with the always eloquent, "move, bitch!" Though that was only when she was in a particularly nasty mood or just annoyed enough. Today she wasn't yelling at anyone, it being too early to do anything other than drool over daydreams of coffee and try not to look like a zombie.
She had her earbuds in right now, blocking out the rest of the world as she weaved in and out of students, nose buried in a book as most always. She was a bookworm, through and through. She readily admitted it and saw it as a point of pride. She didn't understand why people didn't like to read, considered it more weird than not. Stories to her were more than just ink on paper or words on a screen, they were conduits, in a way. Capable of transporting you from the normal, mundane world into something completely different. In the hands of the right author, even the most everyday things could become something more. At least, that's what she thought. The general public didn't exactly share her thoughts but that was okay, to each their own right? She'd just privately judge them in her head.
Balanced on the textbooks and notebooks and things needed for her second period, sat an open book, one arm cradling the textbooks while the other held her reading book open. It was small but thick, totaling a whopping eight hundred and twenty pages and forty-nine chapters. It was the first book in a series called the Sword of Truth, Carter starting to read it because one of her fellow book addicts and close friends raved about and kept nagging her to get it. She finally gave in, borrowing his copy and starting it. That is, after she promised, on pain of death of course, to keep the book in the best possible condition. That means she kept it far away from drinks, food, and whatever could be considered harmful. She knew how protective she was of her favorite books and she didn't want to risk her friend's wrath.
...They slipped quietly out of the trees and onto the ledges. The path wasn't always clearly marked, and there were many false trails. She often had to turn to him, and he directed her with a nod of his head. Richard wondered what his name was but the fear of the four men kept him from talking. Even-- She ran into something head on. A hard something. A chest to be exact, a chest owned by a very large person. Her books went flying, landing in scattered mess around them while pages of math and biology homework and history notes slowly started to drift towards the ground. Her apology caught in her throat when she looked up and realized that she barely came up to the person's chest. She craned her neck, looking up and up and up, staring wide eyed. She gulped a little. The giant she ran into had gills. And...were those sharp teeth?! Oh shi-... And she didn't even know where her book went.