Post by Camila Reyes on Nov 6, 2014 19:18:41 GMT -5
If I get lost one more time today, I’m going to lose it! she thought irritably, storming down the hallway. It was bad enough that she was already in this damn place. Now, she was hopelessly lost, wandering around to find the damn student lounge. She wondered if the school was meant to be a mess of confusingly numbered classrooms and seemingly endless hallways. She was sure that she had passed the same freaking gaggle of students at least three times now! The brunette let out a loud, frustrated huff and banged her fist against a nearby locker, wincing at the pain that shot through it. Why didn’t she think before she acted? Seriously, it would save her a lot of pain, both physical and mental. She cradled her reddening right fist with her non-throbbing left on as she continued to wander around. Sure, she could have asked someone for directions, but how would she have known they were b.s.ing her or not? The blue-eyed young woman was not very trusting of others in any situation, really. She did not care if these people had been at the school for their entire lives; she did not trust a single one of them. Especially not the ones who thought they were better than her with their shiny badges, fake “authority”, and their holier-than-thou attitude. God, it pissed her off so much!
After her fifth time circling the school building like a hopeless moron, she walked into the nearest open room. She was greeted by an outraged teacher and several sets of surprised eyes. She blinked, simply staring at the teacher for a few minutes before slowly retreating from the classroom. Honestly, her days was already the s***iest thus far, so what was the point of being ashamed? She popped into a few more classrooms along the hall, hoping to find her destination. One classroom turned out to be a science lab where a particularly clumsy student was handling a beaker. Needless to say, she slammed the before bits of glass pelted her in the face. Seriously, what was with her luck that day anyway? It was like the school was trying to tell her to go the hell away because she was not welcome. Too late hun, I’m already here, she thought bitterly. She grumbled to herself as she walked along, starting to feel the pain of being on her feet while wearing uncomfortable shoes for almost two hours (or what felt like it) on end. After a certain point, she gave up and slammed her back against a nearby door, ignoring the cry of pain the nerves on her back sent up to her brain.
It was all his damn fault. It was all his goddamn fault. If he had just kept his damn mouth shut, no one would have ever known. She would have been able to continue her under-the-radar existence at a mediocre school. But, no, he had to go blabbing about her at work and now, she was here. She was in an ill-fitting uniform with a too-short skirt, a blouse that refused to button after a certain point, and a blazer that made her look like little girl wearing her mother’s work clothes. Heh, my non-existent mother, she thought, trying to rest her head on the door, though it ended with more pain than she had originally thought it would. She rubbed the back of her head and stepped away from the door as soon as she heard the doorknob creaking. She had been leaning right against it, but even from where she stood after she moved, she could still hear it. Jeez, did they not oil the doors or something? It was like the place was being left to rot. She leaned against the wall across from the door, crossing her arms over her chest and staring at the stranger with smoldering, blue eyes. She pursed her lips when she noticed the dull shine of the badge under the flickering artificial lights. She raised a brown eyebrow, regarding the blonde young man with suspicion.
“So, I guess you drew the short end of the stick, huh? Lucky you, you get to show me around this confusing hellhole.
