Post by Lili Adelaide Zwingli on Dec 2, 2013 17:18:24 GMT -5
Ahh, school.
Another gorgeous day on the island with a bright, shining sun and not a cloud in the sky. The heat of the summer still beat down heavily upon the ground below, and though Lili was a person who met the school year with both excitement and elation, she could see in the eyes of many of her fellow students that such joy was a rarity and that she was, in fact, relatively alone. In the hour before class began she thus sat by her lonesome in the classroom. Why so early? Why, pray tell, was Lili such an early morning riser? Why dare she step into the school where none dare be before they were expected to be in their seats?
Alas, she had no reason. It was quiet and peaceful, though simultaneously the immediate vicinity within Classroom 3 of the third floor was stained with a painful and disturbing history that stretched far back in time. Its recent history was relatively clean, luckily, but that didn't stop people, especially faculty, from remembering. Upon hearing that she would be in 3-3, Lili's parents were quite vehement of her switching out but the school board was unable to arrange it. She'd heard stories around the campfire of the things that were to come.
Perhaps, for this reason, she felt as if it was necessary to become acquainted with the room, as if allowing it to know her first would somehow lessen its propensity for violence later - like a dog. Her book thus lay open to no particular page on her desk. She knew full well that eventually she would have to read the contents and there was no sense in doing that now, but what else was she to do? If the stories were true, her time in class was likely going to be cut short.
She glanced at the clock, which read back to her twenty 'til seven.
Another gorgeous day on the island with a bright, shining sun and not a cloud in the sky. The heat of the summer still beat down heavily upon the ground below, and though Lili was a person who met the school year with both excitement and elation, she could see in the eyes of many of her fellow students that such joy was a rarity and that she was, in fact, relatively alone. In the hour before class began she thus sat by her lonesome in the classroom. Why so early? Why, pray tell, was Lili such an early morning riser? Why dare she step into the school where none dare be before they were expected to be in their seats?
Alas, she had no reason. It was quiet and peaceful, though simultaneously the immediate vicinity within Classroom 3 of the third floor was stained with a painful and disturbing history that stretched far back in time. Its recent history was relatively clean, luckily, but that didn't stop people, especially faculty, from remembering. Upon hearing that she would be in 3-3, Lili's parents were quite vehement of her switching out but the school board was unable to arrange it. She'd heard stories around the campfire of the things that were to come.
Perhaps, for this reason, she felt as if it was necessary to become acquainted with the room, as if allowing it to know her first would somehow lessen its propensity for violence later - like a dog. Her book thus lay open to no particular page on her desk. She knew full well that eventually she would have to read the contents and there was no sense in doing that now, but what else was she to do? If the stories were true, her time in class was likely going to be cut short.
She glanced at the clock, which read back to her twenty 'til seven.
