09-08-2018, 02:52 PM
Being a sophomore, and only attending this school during the second half of the semester, it was quite clear to Thea at first she would struggle with fitting in. Not that she cared. She couldn't give two shits about the whispers behind her back, about how she was expelled from her last school after getting into a heated argument with the teacher that ended with fists flying.
She had been the one left standing, and ended up spending the night in jail after the teacher was taken to the hospital until her foster parents came to pick her up.
"Aw, you should've let me have a turn." Eyes flitted towards the bruise on Moon's cheek, before her gaze settled on the jocks remaining, offering them a grin, which was enough to have them heading on to their next class faster than usual, instead of lingering in the halls.
After all, she had shown her more violent and slightly unstable side once or twice since she transferred here. It'd be best not to get on the grinning child's bad side.
She took this time to struggle a bit with the combination to her locker, the empty bag of candy that had been taped outside for others to take fluttering to the ground as she forced the slightly-warped metal open, and grabbing the red and yellow bandana to pull back the dark bangs from her face.
The younger student usually stuck to jeans of some sort, and t-shirts a bit worn from their use over the years, many of them hand-me-downs from her foster family's older children. It was a good home she was in, unlike when she was living with her mother, and they were a bit more understanding of the fact she hadn't really had a normal childhood, so no, she shouldn't eat the marshmallow while it was still on fire, and no, you don't punch the cashier when they say that you're a couple dollars short.
She had been the one left standing, and ended up spending the night in jail after the teacher was taken to the hospital until her foster parents came to pick her up.
"Aw, you should've let me have a turn." Eyes flitted towards the bruise on Moon's cheek, before her gaze settled on the jocks remaining, offering them a grin, which was enough to have them heading on to their next class faster than usual, instead of lingering in the halls.
After all, she had shown her more violent and slightly unstable side once or twice since she transferred here. It'd be best not to get on the grinning child's bad side.
She took this time to struggle a bit with the combination to her locker, the empty bag of candy that had been taped outside for others to take fluttering to the ground as she forced the slightly-warped metal open, and grabbing the red and yellow bandana to pull back the dark bangs from her face.
The younger student usually stuck to jeans of some sort, and t-shirts a bit worn from their use over the years, many of them hand-me-downs from her foster family's older children. It was a good home she was in, unlike when she was living with her mother, and they were a bit more understanding of the fact she hadn't really had a normal childhood, so no, she shouldn't eat the marshmallow while it was still on fire, and no, you don't punch the cashier when they say that you're a couple dollars short.
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[i]and get the world on my side
Thea — Nora — Adara