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[right][h1][color=F4A460]Elvina Feliz[/color][/h1][/right]

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[right][sub][color=F4A460]Location:[/color][color=gray] Teacher's Lounge: Stockbridge High[/color][/sub][/right]
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[color=gray]Spouts of memories flashed through her mind like a broken faucet but the only person she focused on was her mother. The young woman grabbed the small hands of the child, both prancing around in the tight living room--dancing along to a soft tune. The bright warmth of sunlight in springtime, streaming through a window, warmed up a patch on the carpet. Elvina's young self placed her tiny feet on top of her mother's, their sizes a clear juxtaposition between the two. Her hands clasped tightly together with the woman, the two wearing a big smile on their cheeks. Every bit of her mother ravished Elvina's imagination, titillating thoughts of her features--deconstructing the qualities that Elvina didn't even realize she remembered. 

(For the first time in her life, Elvina missed the idea of a mother's warmth)

She blinked, her eyelids dragging down with weariness until she reopened her eyes once more with more force. Her gaze motioned down towards her feet; her legs hugging her chest. Her head groggily shifted upwards, staring at the crowd of students. Faces she'd see here and there, passing her swiftly in the hallways. They were nothing special to her. Her eyes slanted downwards as she focused on her bruised knees. The purple material that hugged her body, a tinny dress with white flower prints, was no longer pristine and crisp. Stains she couldn't even begin to fathom how to remove littered her dress and the denim jacket she so carefully chose to accent her dress (with a vibrant purple fur puff coating the top part), vibrantly echoed it's significance to those who flashed their attention on Elvina. Her stare, having returned to her knees, dug itself into the red growing color; the short image of Elvina falling under the stampede of students replayed itself in a sick marathon. 

With her copper against honey and sage orbs edged their stare deeper at the bruises--Elvina scrunched up her face in frustration, casting aside her thoughts and focusing on her present situation. All she needed to do was not get herself killed. She watched everyone barricade themselves in and others jittering around in worry. A student crying in a corner and the other, presenting a question to all.

[i]A plan.[/i]

That might've been a good idea if someone had spoken about a full blown scheme of how to get out. She scoffed and clicked her teeth under her breath. Then the SUV was mentioned. And then the lack of space. Immediately, Elvina's inner mind workers ([i]literally like that spongebob episode[/i]) began planning how she could possibly become one of those six people. She straightened her posture, her whole persona changed completely, but before she could speak someone else beat her to the punch. [/color]

[color=F4A460]"Huh?!"[/color] [color=gray]Without missing a beat, Elvina responded.[/color]

[color=F4A460]"Waiting [i]here[/i] is just going to increase our fucking chances of dying."[/color] [color=gray]She crossed her arms,[/color] [color=F4A460]"We're sitting ducks while waiting for these idiots to get their shit together."[/color]

[color=gray]She needed to get home to her aunt fast and if nobody was planning on leaving any time soon, Elvina would just have to leave herself. The girl's thumb rose to her lip, absentmindedly stroking her lower lip.[/color]