Wentmoor School

Chad laughed, half at her strange expression and half because.. It just felt right. "Good point." He replied, still smiling slightly. "Still want me to take you to the principle?" Chad stood up and gestured for her to follow.
 
"Yes please," Radia nodded, probably sounding annoyed but really just confused. She smiled and followed after him, her hair bobbing around at every step.
 
He tried to keep his place slow, but being 6'1" had it's disadvantages, one being his long stride. He looked at the girl as he some of his own blonde hair out of his face. "So, of all schools, why'd you come to WentMoor?" He figured he'd make conversation, seeing as awkward silences were just that. Awkward.
 
"Um. Well. My sister was killed in a school shooting and Wentmoor was the only other school free," Radia looked at the ground quietly because she shouldn't have said that. It gets pity. Pity is weakness. Weakness is danger. Danger results in death. Everything leads to death.
 
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