The girl rolled out of bed, already wide awake and moving at six-fifteen in the morning to get ready for school that day. It was early fall, but she wasn't cold yet and it wasn't too much that she couldn't take her bike to school yet and at sixteen she couldn't legally take it with her anywhere public. She's showered, letting the hot water wash the dirt off of her body and the sleep from her joint and muscles, effectively waking up the still tired young woman. It was about six-forty-five when she had left the bathroom, a soft and gray towel wrapped around her body as she glanced out the window before pulling the curtain closed and throwing the room into darkness before she reached over and lit one of her many candles to cast a fain shadow upon the place. She’d dried herself and dressed in a pair of ripped jeans and a sleeveless black and white band shirt; straightened her hair and made sure that her makeup was done right before grabbing her bag and heading out to board to school around seven thirty.
It was roughly a half hour to the school if you don’t count stopping at corners and traffic getting in the way as everyone started to head out to their jobs in the morning. The wood beneath her feet, hat on her head and bag over her shoulders she weaved until she reached the front stairway of the school and stepped off her board to flip it up to her hand. There wasn’t anyone waiting for her as she jumped up the stairs, skipping two or three at a time until she was in front of the door where one of the older bullies swung the door out in her face; fortunately Viridiana had been expecting it and caught it with one of her hands before it ended up breaking her nose. The sixteen year old adrenaline junkies stepped around the door and regarded the bully quietly before she smiled at him and stepped forward where he got in her way. A fist shot out without warning and slammed into the bully’s face; while he recoiled from the blow the girl ducked under his arm and made a dash for her locker on the top floor.
Running up the stairs was almost like a daily routine for her at this point, since he’d made it his high school mission to make her feel fear though it hadn’t happened yet. He’d always gotten a response like what had happened just a few moments ago. Just like her way up the front steps the young woman jumped up the flights until she reached the top floor where she skidded to a halt by her locker and turned the dial until she heard a faint click and swung the door open. A boy down the hall glanced up at her and she froze for a moment, having thought she knew everyone’s face around here though the pounding of a fist in the palm of a hand brought her attention back to Jeremy.
She hadn’t gotten away in time today.
It was roughly a half hour to the school if you don’t count stopping at corners and traffic getting in the way as everyone started to head out to their jobs in the morning. The wood beneath her feet, hat on her head and bag over her shoulders she weaved until she reached the front stairway of the school and stepped off her board to flip it up to her hand. There wasn’t anyone waiting for her as she jumped up the stairs, skipping two or three at a time until she was in front of the door where one of the older bullies swung the door out in her face; fortunately Viridiana had been expecting it and caught it with one of her hands before it ended up breaking her nose. The sixteen year old adrenaline junkies stepped around the door and regarded the bully quietly before she smiled at him and stepped forward where he got in her way. A fist shot out without warning and slammed into the bully’s face; while he recoiled from the blow the girl ducked under his arm and made a dash for her locker on the top floor.
Running up the stairs was almost like a daily routine for her at this point, since he’d made it his high school mission to make her feel fear though it hadn’t happened yet. He’d always gotten a response like what had happened just a few moments ago. Just like her way up the front steps the young woman jumped up the flights until she reached the top floor where she skidded to a halt by her locker and turned the dial until she heard a faint click and swung the door open. A boy down the hall glanced up at her and she froze for a moment, having thought she knew everyone’s face around here though the pounding of a fist in the palm of a hand brought her attention back to Jeremy.
She hadn’t gotten away in time today.