Post by lottii on Sept 25, 2010 7:28:45 GMT -6
A red sports car sped along the road. Inside was a man and a teenager. They were still about a mile and a half away from Blue Ridge, but the girl's shouting could most likely be heard from the Academy. "Why do you have to ruin everything! I wanted to do this by myself Christopher, I'm 16!". The man that the teenager was talking to was her father, but she wouldn't dare give him the satisfaction of calling him that. "Missy I need to know your actually going to get there", the man screamed back, "Your not exactly known for going to school, are you, you useless child".
This was nothing out of the ordinary, in fact it was pretty typical for any time Mischief spent with her father. Saying they didn't have the best relationship would be being a bit of an exaggeration. Mischief would never explain what exactly had caused her horrific relationship with both her parents, but it had been like it for years. "But I want this, it was my idea, not something you pressured me into! I am fine to take my own path through life. You don't need to plan out every step for me!"
The car pulled up outside Blue Ridge Academy as the screaming quietened. The girl leapt out, holding the stuffed satchel which contained everything she had brought with her. Suffice to say, this was not much in the way of belongings. A couple of outfits, an iPod and her riding hat and clothes. Slamming the door closed, Mischief ran into the Office before her father could follow her. Sighing in relief, she collapsed on a chair inside the door. There was no one in the office, not even behind the desk. Mischief just sat quietly, reveling in the idea she was finally away from her parents, until she heard the roar of her father's expensive car vanish into the distance. Standing up, she walked around the room, before settling her gaze on the desk.
Fed up of waiting around, Mischief started looking through the paper on the top of the desk, hoping to find her room assignment. It didn't take her long to find it. B4, that was simple. And she wasn't sharing with anyone else yet either! She found a pen kicking around in the bottom of her bag, and jotted a quick note on the bottom of that sheet.
"I have arrived, and found my room assignment. There was no-one around when I arrived, so I made myself scarce. Mischief."
With that, she roughly shoved the pen back into her bag, and left.
This was nothing out of the ordinary, in fact it was pretty typical for any time Mischief spent with her father. Saying they didn't have the best relationship would be being a bit of an exaggeration. Mischief would never explain what exactly had caused her horrific relationship with both her parents, but it had been like it for years. "But I want this, it was my idea, not something you pressured me into! I am fine to take my own path through life. You don't need to plan out every step for me!"
The car pulled up outside Blue Ridge Academy as the screaming quietened. The girl leapt out, holding the stuffed satchel which contained everything she had brought with her. Suffice to say, this was not much in the way of belongings. A couple of outfits, an iPod and her riding hat and clothes. Slamming the door closed, Mischief ran into the Office before her father could follow her. Sighing in relief, she collapsed on a chair inside the door. There was no one in the office, not even behind the desk. Mischief just sat quietly, reveling in the idea she was finally away from her parents, until she heard the roar of her father's expensive car vanish into the distance. Standing up, she walked around the room, before settling her gaze on the desk.
Fed up of waiting around, Mischief started looking through the paper on the top of the desk, hoping to find her room assignment. It didn't take her long to find it. B4, that was simple. And she wasn't sharing with anyone else yet either! She found a pen kicking around in the bottom of her bag, and jotted a quick note on the bottom of that sheet.
"I have arrived, and found my room assignment. There was no-one around when I arrived, so I made myself scarce. Mischief."
With that, she roughly shoved the pen back into her bag, and left.