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[indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=FFBF00][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Scout, Mitchell [color=white]|[/color] [color=FFBF00][b]Location:[/b][/color] Delbrook School Grounds[/right][hr][/sub][/color][/indent]
[indent][indent]Ashlyn Czajkowski, AJ to her friends, did not have the greatest summer.

Everybody on the Delbrook Basketball Team knew it. Every teacher. Hell, probably half of the school knew it. The shadow of the deaths of three girls, all fairly popular, included that of AJ’s best friend. Britney Cooper. Coop. The other two girls were also friends, but not teammates and certainly not fixtures in AJ’s life since she was in the 3rd Grade. AJ’s demeanor had certainly changed for the worse and people were going to notice. Some would even justify it. The blonde's parents were pretty understanding and had given her a wide berth. 

She had quit her job. Opted out of summer basketball programs. From June to September, the transition had been noticeable at home. Mostly. Her cousin, Scout, hadn’t really known her. Ever. AJ’s dad had moved from North Dakota ages ago to make it big in Hollywood and while the dream didn’t exactly work out, he kept in touch with his roots. When Scout ended up staying in one of the spare bedrooms AJ didn’t think much of it. Another mouth to feed. Another body to avoid. Which is something she would’ve done if her parents didn’t make her promise to help her cousin out. Get her used to Long Beach. To Delbrook. Be as nice as she could be. 

AJ didn’t break promises. But “as nice as you can be” was not particularly welcoming. But it was whatever. Scout wasn’t exactly someone that was all that intrusive. She may as well had been a ghost.

[color=FFBF00]“This shit is still fucking dumb.”[/color] She'd remark about the festival when Ms. Goldman was out of earshot. Not that she cared about a warning from language. She didn't care about much at the moment.

AJ's eyes moved over to Scout, their mannerisms oddly similar despite the experience being brand new to one of them. Hands tucked in her pockets, an aura of disinterest. As she moved over she saw another student, a boy, approach. AJ recognized him as one of the transfers from last year, though the two of them had never explicitly interacted. His name was something Wolfe. Woulfe. She moved a strand of hair from her face as she moved toward her cousin and her new acquaintance. Had to help Scout get acclimated, after all.

[color=FFBF00]“Another year of the freak show. Same old Delbrook.”[/color] She remarked to Scout and indirectly, Mitchell. [color=FFBF00]“Never makes any sense.”[/color]

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