[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/cd6puO1.png[/img][/center][indent][sub][COLOR=2E2C2C]i told you to stop spying[/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=white][b]Location:[/b][/COLOR] [I][color=silver]Wolkwitz Auditorium, Merryweather Institute[/color][/I][/right][/sup][/indent][hr][indent][indent][color=silver]Sarah had sunk into her chair, almost as if she had been hiding. Of course, her father had to be mentioned in the headmaster's introductory speech. Even here, far away from their southern home, or she supposed her [i]ex-home[/i] now, Sarah could not escape him. Her father was everywhere just as much as he wasn't. It was as if he haunted her, brought on by some otherworldly prayer to God above and to be reminder of her apparent and so-called sins.

She could only grimace when she had heard her name be called by their supposed teacher. Her eyes cautiously glanced about the auditorium, looking for any sign of murmur or tension in the crowd. Hopefully, with luck, no one at Merryweather was smart enough to put two and two together. Parker was a common last name, it could've been chalked up to coincidence. 

[color=gold]"Sorry, Elena."[/color] Sarah replied to her roommate as the two before took their leave. Standing up from the chair she had been siting in, she waited for her opportunity to join the flow of people walking up the auditorium stairs. [color=gold]"Can you find your own way to the arena? I've... got something to do first."[/color]

Without waiting for her roommate to respond, Sarah took off. She hurried up the steps, disappearing into the crowd of students that were trying to find their way around the school. Sarah had needed some alone time; some time to think, process and refocus herself. Elena hadn't seemed like the nosy type, but Sarah's interest in entertaining any sort of concern or question had been rapidly dissipating. She didn't want to draw further attention to her familial connections, she just wanted to be able to be herself without her father's actions and memory formulating her life.

But once a Parker, perhaps always a Parker. You couldn't change your birth parents. People were bound to look down on her on either side of the coin. They were going to be a stain until the end of her days, whenever that was.

Once she was back into the courtyard, Sarah looked around until she spotted the arena in the distance. Hurrying along the path, Sarah made her way over to the arena and entered inside. Regardless of how Sarah felt right now, there were still several classes to attend today. She couldn't just simply not attend them because she had felt troubled.[/color][/indent][/indent]