Lucille, or rather, Lucy, walked up to the school, pausing in front of the large, heavy set of double doors that lay before her. She let out a sigh as if to quietly say,
Here goes nothing, then abruptly pushed them open with all of her strength. The heavy doors being separated created a short lasting gust of wind in the girl's face, causing her hazel colored eyes to squint and her long, spectrum of green and platinum blonde hair to now behind her shoulders. It was about what she'd expected, large, droll, it was an education establishment for people in their later teenage years to learn, it looked nice, but to most was a prison. The small girl gently let her hands off of the door to let them close in their own, and made her way into the office to check in.
A woman sat behind the desk, looking about as annoyed as some of the seniors returning for the fourth time looked dragging themselves through the hallways. Lucy went to open her mouth to ask the woman where to check in, but was rudely interrupted by the woman slamming her finger down in the desk, pointing to a sign in sheet for new students to the school. So she signed her name, turned on her heel, and left the office, now on her way to thefirst room listed on her schedule, room 201. In arriving, it didn't look like there were any assigned seats, so she walked up and sat at a random one, the one in front of the boy with the bandages on his hands. She quickly sat down, pulling her dark, pin and sketch riddled messenger bag into her lap, brushing the hair that fell in front of her face behind her ear with a small hand that appeared to be being devoured by the hoodie she wore that was clearly a couple sizes too big at least. She dug out a pencil and a pen from the front pouch of the bag, along with a small notebook, nearly placing them on her desk, closing up her pack, and gently placing the bag by her worn out converse adorned feet.