Post by dakotajade on Aug 26, 2010 16:35:01 GMT -5
This..sucked..this sucked beyond something sucking...this sucked more then Monica under the White house desk! She did not want to be here. Just because she was standing on the steps of the school, did not mean that she was going to play little mary sunshine and be the good little student. Being here only kept her from rotting in a jail cell. She still could not believe that Blaise and Vinny had left her there that night. So much for Crew for Crew and no one else right?
She pushed open the doors and walked, immediately noting a metal detector. She walked through it, not even surprised when it began to beep insistently. The security guard standing watch pulled her over to the side and began frisking her down. "hey..gotta buy me dinner first if youre gonna touch that." She quipped, rolling her eyes when he pulled her butterfly knife out of her boot. "Oh get over it..Like I'm pussy enough to do something at a school." She took the slip he gave her, which she'd have to keep if she wanted her property back after school. She looked around.
"Home, hellhole, home." She spoke, a hand resting against the still flatness of her stomach. Her parents might have screwed her out of a half normal life, but she wasn't gonna do that to this kid. Adoption was the best course, she just had to last long enough to have it, then she could get the hell out of here.
The social worker assigned to her case had taken care of the paperwork and crap that she'd need, and had given Kota the stuff the night before. With a scowl, she pulled a crumpled sheet of paper from her pocket, opening it. Mr. Thomas, her case jerk, had said everything she'd need would be in her locker, so that's where she was headed.
Someone, obviously not paying attention, knocked into her as they wandered down the hall, chattering with their friends. They didn't even have the balls to apologize! "Hell no!" Dakota responded, grabbing the girl by the shoulder and slamming her into a locker, her forearm pressed against her throat. "Watch...where..you...are...going.." She hissed out through clenched teeth.
(Yes I know we are nearly done with this TC but wanted to establish her in school!)
She pushed open the doors and walked, immediately noting a metal detector. She walked through it, not even surprised when it began to beep insistently. The security guard standing watch pulled her over to the side and began frisking her down. "hey..gotta buy me dinner first if youre gonna touch that." She quipped, rolling her eyes when he pulled her butterfly knife out of her boot. "Oh get over it..Like I'm pussy enough to do something at a school." She took the slip he gave her, which she'd have to keep if she wanted her property back after school. She looked around.
"Home, hellhole, home." She spoke, a hand resting against the still flatness of her stomach. Her parents might have screwed her out of a half normal life, but she wasn't gonna do that to this kid. Adoption was the best course, she just had to last long enough to have it, then she could get the hell out of here.
The social worker assigned to her case had taken care of the paperwork and crap that she'd need, and had given Kota the stuff the night before. With a scowl, she pulled a crumpled sheet of paper from her pocket, opening it. Mr. Thomas, her case jerk, had said everything she'd need would be in her locker, so that's where she was headed.
Someone, obviously not paying attention, knocked into her as they wandered down the hall, chattering with their friends. They didn't even have the balls to apologize! "Hell no!" Dakota responded, grabbing the girl by the shoulder and slamming her into a locker, her forearm pressed against her throat. "Watch...where..you...are...going.." She hissed out through clenched teeth.
(Yes I know we are nearly done with this TC but wanted to establish her in school!)
