Post by Keira Bennett on Sept 27, 2008 15:41:29 GMT -5
"Not quite" she spoke looking back over "I don't hate the school, I don't hate the country, I just miss fitting in" she shrugged "don't like getting cotton cuddled, or gawked at" she shrugged again, looking away, twirling the lolly in her mouth. Kia snickered "figures, you don't look the type to be honest" she commented, tucking her hair back behind her ear.
She frowned "I go when I need to, I avoid most though for fear of certain people" she wasn't bothered by her comment, she'd met some arseholes here. Hearing his final sentence she scowled looking over "don't compare me to the people you associate with, you don't know me, or what I do" that hit a nerve. Type casting wasn't fair on anyone and she hated it when people done it to her. Everyone assumed she attended class, was a total brain box and sure, she was in some ways but not in others. Dropping her legs from under her she got to her feet and walked across the stage, fingertip trailing across the second piano in the room.
Glancing down at the watch on her right wrist she pursed her lips "I should leave, leave you to practice, I have no idea where I have to go so, yeah" smooth, real smooth. Truth be told she didn't need to leave that very second but frankly, she'd broken her rule of not speaking tenfold. Strolling back over she grabbed her bag and swung it over her shoulder before nodding in his general direction "nice meeting you, Sid" she noted softly as she stepped off the stage. Still with a light limp to her step she left the hall, door closing gently behind her.
She frowned "I go when I need to, I avoid most though for fear of certain people" she wasn't bothered by her comment, she'd met some arseholes here. Hearing his final sentence she scowled looking over "don't compare me to the people you associate with, you don't know me, or what I do" that hit a nerve. Type casting wasn't fair on anyone and she hated it when people done it to her. Everyone assumed she attended class, was a total brain box and sure, she was in some ways but not in others. Dropping her legs from under her she got to her feet and walked across the stage, fingertip trailing across the second piano in the room.
Glancing down at the watch on her right wrist she pursed her lips "I should leave, leave you to practice, I have no idea where I have to go so, yeah" smooth, real smooth. Truth be told she didn't need to leave that very second but frankly, she'd broken her rule of not speaking tenfold. Strolling back over she grabbed her bag and swung it over her shoulder before nodding in his general direction "nice meeting you, Sid" she noted softly as she stepped off the stage. Still with a light limp to her step she left the hall, door closing gently behind her.