"SO good to be back!" a very excited Dawne Jiang exclaimed to no one in particular, garnering a couple glances in her direction. Not that she cared. Her excitement at starting the second year in high school, no longer on the bottom of the heap, was too much to be contained inside. The comforting atmosphere within those walls was one she had sorely missed over the summer, and now she was back. Ready to learn, and have fun. Maybe meet some new friends. Who knew? After all, not knowing was the best part about living.
Timetable in hand, the excited young girl walked quickly, using every ounce of self control in her body to not skip down the halls. Pushing a strand of her raven black hair behind her ear where it belonged, she glanced at her timetable. "Math for homeroom?" she once again said out loud to no one in particular. "Who thought it was a good idea to do math in the morning?" Shrugging her shoulders, Dawne made her way to the math wing, finding her assigned room and walking in.
The room was still sparsely populated, with only three or four other students, and of course the teacher, sitting at his desk and reading that day's newspaper. Perfect, this time she remembered to keep her thoughts internal. I get to choose where I sit! Now where should I.... aha! I like the look of that one. the girl sauntered over to a desk situated at about the middle row, right next to the window. Perfect spot for her short attention span. The view overlooked the outdoor track, which just added to the allure of the location. She would be able to spy on the boys when they were running... the thought brought a mischievous grin to her face.
Dawne settled down into her seat of choice, watching as the other students filtered in and chose their seats. Those eager to learn in the front, those who didn't want to be there in the back. Chances were at least three of the kids in the back would just stop coming to class, and the others would skip a lot. Of course the people who would sitting around her were of the most interest to her. The back row behind her was taken by one of the "popular" girls, who probably had the same idea as Dawne had, spying on the gym class when they're outdoors. The other two seats around her weren't filled yet, and Dawne was excited to see what kind of people would fill those seats. Maybe a new friend. She could hope.
Frail blonde hair flowed down the hall, trailing past the many classrooms and the many students whom would soon enter each and every one of them in a mad start-of-term euphoria. Euphoria, however, was never the right word to use when describing the return to a place where most loathed to step inside. This place crushed souls and dreams, and ate alive those who would enter with any ounce of optimism in their favour; or at least, that was the way Hilary used to see it.
As she made her way shakily through the school, she tried to avoid making eye contact with anyone she thought might be looking at her. They were probably staring right through her clothes, at her body, looking over every bone and blemish with contempt and judgement and no sympathy whatsoever. They probably hated the very sight of her, or so she thought.
This is all too soon... She thought to herself, weaving past the other students with total ease.
An ease that came with a cost.
Having recently moved from her home-town, she was now staying with her grandma along with the rest of her family, up in the... nicer part of St.Pauls, where the people were just a little bit friendlier than most. Her body now razor-thin and her mind now racked with all sorts of bad, bad things, she carried little hope that she would ever recover from the damage her past had done. But those kinds of thoughts were better left for another day, when she didn't have to make a first impression on an entirely new set of classmates.
Coming close to her first lesson of the year, and indeed her first lesson in Bayview, she swallowed the tight knot of fear in her throat and stepped forward with a skip of her pulse.
There were more students now, all scattered around the room, talking in their circles and turning their backs on any other conversations they might get pulled into. The typical divide, one she was altogether too familiar with. Maybe she could sit on her own, near the ba- oh wait, already full. Well, what about the fron- full. By the win- full. The- full.
Biting down hard on her lip, she fluttered around near the door before spotting an empty seat by a black-haired girl who sat with her eyes staring hard at something outside.
Okay, that's good.
Her jumper loosely flapping around her waist, she hastily stepped over to her new place in the room, in front of a very tired-looking boy who appeared to be suffering from the after-effects of smoking a joint without checking the strength of the herb it contained. Shuffling straight into the hard wooden chair, she gingerly placed her bag underneath her desk before realising she needed something to write with. Bending down to reach it, she pulled out a fluffy pink pen and a freshly-bought pad of Hello Kitty paper, which she clutched close to her chest before setting it down squarely in the centre of her desk. There she sat, for a minute or two, nervously waiting for the lesson to start.