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--- This is a private roleplay between Andy and I, not open for joining. ---
It was easy to get lost in the buzzing diverse crowd of such a large high-school in clattered hallways between blocks, easy to have eyes pass over one individual person if you could learn to lay low. The halls were thick with rather large classrooms and a stereo-typical student feel all around. There were even clicks, easy to see on the first day and it really wasn't hard to get into one or form one of your own.If you knew the right tricks. Not cause problems, get the right small amount of friends, stay away from the wrong types of people and really appearing 'normal' to the opinions or thoughts of others was just about anyones feat.
Of course, Isabella had never been one to care for those opinions of others despite her parents wishes and angry requests to simply behave from this time. This day, her first day returning to school after another three-week suspension and it really wasn't hard to see why they wanted her to behave herself. She was on a three-strike system, so to speak, and one strike away from getting kicked out of the school all together -surprised she hadn't already but then again she had never gotten kicked out of a school before because her father always managed to talk the head out of it. Strike one had been a fight, strike two had been a fight, surprise surprise what did her parents warn and threaten against her about? Getting into another fight. So the girl was determined to stay out of trouble at least today, on her first day, if only to prove to them she could.
What an odd time this was to be thinking about such things, when Isabella herself was currently pinned under one of the more popular girls getting ready to dodge another punch aimed at her pretty face. She wasn't exactly big, so often ended up on the under-side of things but quick movements always gave frustration and work to her attacker. After all, it wasn't as if the fights were always completely her fault... she was just the one who usually started them with a sharp cocky tongue and the missing talent of knowing when to shut up. There was a loud almost sickening crunch when the girl that had her pinned aimed another off punch and met the ground. "Comon Mary, you need to work on your aim a bit better! Ouch, that one looked like it hurt -did you break a pretty nail too?" A calling crowd had long-since formed around the two girls but no teachers had yet noticed to step in; the hallways were always crammed in-between blocks so why would this look any different from the outside. Isabella wasn't dim, she knew calling out Mary for laughing at her brightly colored gold nails had been a bad idea and that she would probably get some pretty bruises for the task; but it was almost worth it rather then staying silent.
"Comon Mary just hit her already!"
"Will you two stop?! This is rediculous, just let her up!"
"Oh don't be a spoilsport, just get a good punch in!"
It was easy to get lost in the buzzing diverse crowd of such a large high-school in clattered hallways between blocks, easy to have eyes pass over one individual person if you could learn to lay low. The halls were thick with rather large classrooms and a stereo-typical student feel all around. There were even clicks, easy to see on the first day and it really wasn't hard to get into one or form one of your own.If you knew the right tricks. Not cause problems, get the right small amount of friends, stay away from the wrong types of people and really appearing 'normal' to the opinions or thoughts of others was just about anyones feat.
Of course, Isabella had never been one to care for those opinions of others despite her parents wishes and angry requests to simply behave from this time. This day, her first day returning to school after another three-week suspension and it really wasn't hard to see why they wanted her to behave herself. She was on a three-strike system, so to speak, and one strike away from getting kicked out of the school all together -surprised she hadn't already but then again she had never gotten kicked out of a school before because her father always managed to talk the head out of it. Strike one had been a fight, strike two had been a fight, surprise surprise what did her parents warn and threaten against her about? Getting into another fight. So the girl was determined to stay out of trouble at least today, on her first day, if only to prove to them she could.
What an odd time this was to be thinking about such things, when Isabella herself was currently pinned under one of the more popular girls getting ready to dodge another punch aimed at her pretty face. She wasn't exactly big, so often ended up on the under-side of things but quick movements always gave frustration and work to her attacker. After all, it wasn't as if the fights were always completely her fault... she was just the one who usually started them with a sharp cocky tongue and the missing talent of knowing when to shut up. There was a loud almost sickening crunch when the girl that had her pinned aimed another off punch and met the ground. "Comon Mary, you need to work on your aim a bit better! Ouch, that one looked like it hurt -did you break a pretty nail too?" A calling crowd had long-since formed around the two girls but no teachers had yet noticed to step in; the hallways were always crammed in-between blocks so why would this look any different from the outside. Isabella wasn't dim, she knew calling out Mary for laughing at her brightly colored gold nails had been a bad idea and that she would probably get some pretty bruises for the task; but it was almost worth it rather then staying silent.
"Comon Mary just hit her already!"
"Will you two stop?! This is rediculous, just let her up!"
"Oh don't be a spoilsport, just get a good punch in!"