Post by danewgirl on Feb 19, 2008 22:50:37 GMT -5
Most high schoolers would say that Senior year was the greatest adveanture before their college experiance. Full of excitement, drama, field trips, and dances; it was never to be boring. Those same people have been through their tough struggles in passing the years before Senior, and thus, creating the fact that college was only one more year away. Yes, senior year was sure to be the most advocating.
Except for those who hadn't passed.
A.K.A Angel Antoine, or Ange, for short. She certainly resembled that of a Senior girl. Mid-lengthed dirty blonde hair, tall and athletic physical build, unintentionally cold eyes. Her eyes made her stand out from the rest though. In a crowd of seniors, Ange would fit in, no problem. But she has always been distinguished for her sharp tongue and hard eyes.
Not that she'll be with any senior students anytime soon. Just recently, some troubles had revealed itself and she couldn't take the final exam to actually make it to Junior year. Though she was already 18 of age and had the knowledge to support herself among other seniors, she hadn't the family or advanatages of doing so. Thus, having her repeat her Sophomore year...once again.
She scrunched up her nose as though she smelled something bad. The waves of nostalgia hit her like a pile of boulders as she stood outside her school. It had been half, maybe even a year since she last attended her classes. Ange was never one with motivation earlier. Her adveanterous and rebellious behavior caused her to skip school often to steal, smoke, or drink in the alley ways with her 'gang'.
Miraculously, her caretaker changed her way of thinking and she quit her gang. It had come with a price though. In order to quit and attend school again, she had to allow the juveniles to beat on her until the police arrived soon enough to save her. Ange brushed her hand along the cast on her left arm. The deep cuts that were inflicted on her face had healed into faded scratches and her right eye was still a bit bruised, but manageable. Her arm was all that she had left to fix physically.
Ange let some of her hair curtain her face to cover the bruises and scratches so her new school mates wouldn't be intimidated by her. She adjusted her backpack strap over her shoulder and sighed to ready herself. Hesitantly at first, Ange made the first steps up the stairs of the school and slowly opened the doors. It had been hard at first, seeing that her left arm was immobile and she still had bruises all over her body. There was nobody outside to help her, so she figured that class must have already started. Wincing and biting her lip, Ange ignored the pain and pushed the door open with her body.
As she expected, the hallways were empty. Lucky for her. She wouldn't have been able to start glaring if people started staring at her, being a foreigner. Ange's empty footsteps echoed through the hallway as she started her search for her homeroom. She'd already been late, what's the point of hurrying anymore? After five minutes, the door number finally matched her schedule's and she entered the room, not even bothering to knock as a sign of courtesy.
"Yo." Ange greeted normally, her Japanese accent still progressing and blending with her English one.
Except for those who hadn't passed.
A.K.A Angel Antoine, or Ange, for short. She certainly resembled that of a Senior girl. Mid-lengthed dirty blonde hair, tall and athletic physical build, unintentionally cold eyes. Her eyes made her stand out from the rest though. In a crowd of seniors, Ange would fit in, no problem. But she has always been distinguished for her sharp tongue and hard eyes.
Not that she'll be with any senior students anytime soon. Just recently, some troubles had revealed itself and she couldn't take the final exam to actually make it to Junior year. Though she was already 18 of age and had the knowledge to support herself among other seniors, she hadn't the family or advanatages of doing so. Thus, having her repeat her Sophomore year...once again.
She scrunched up her nose as though she smelled something bad. The waves of nostalgia hit her like a pile of boulders as she stood outside her school. It had been half, maybe even a year since she last attended her classes. Ange was never one with motivation earlier. Her adveanterous and rebellious behavior caused her to skip school often to steal, smoke, or drink in the alley ways with her 'gang'.
Miraculously, her caretaker changed her way of thinking and she quit her gang. It had come with a price though. In order to quit and attend school again, she had to allow the juveniles to beat on her until the police arrived soon enough to save her. Ange brushed her hand along the cast on her left arm. The deep cuts that were inflicted on her face had healed into faded scratches and her right eye was still a bit bruised, but manageable. Her arm was all that she had left to fix physically.
Ange let some of her hair curtain her face to cover the bruises and scratches so her new school mates wouldn't be intimidated by her. She adjusted her backpack strap over her shoulder and sighed to ready herself. Hesitantly at first, Ange made the first steps up the stairs of the school and slowly opened the doors. It had been hard at first, seeing that her left arm was immobile and she still had bruises all over her body. There was nobody outside to help her, so she figured that class must have already started. Wincing and biting her lip, Ange ignored the pain and pushed the door open with her body.
As she expected, the hallways were empty. Lucky for her. She wouldn't have been able to start glaring if people started staring at her, being a foreigner. Ange's empty footsteps echoed through the hallway as she started her search for her homeroom. She'd already been late, what's the point of hurrying anymore? After five minutes, the door number finally matched her schedule's and she entered the room, not even bothering to knock as a sign of courtesy.
"Yo." Ange greeted normally, her Japanese accent still progressing and blending with her English one.