Snippet #1018694

Sanna had gone to a public school her entire life. She was halfway through her first year of high school when the police arrested her father. The courts deemed that due to the trauma suffered during the second half of the year, she would restart high school some where safe and quite. Never mind that she hadn’t wanted to, or that she wasn’t allowed any contact with her family. On the bright side, she was getting some of the best education, at the government’s expense. Her father had hired tutors and most of the time she surpassed the other students at her public school. Now she might actually be challenged… or not.

The room she was in had been crowded, but it seemed that slowly the other students had been filtering out singularly or in small groups. Most of them seemed socially awkward to the point of being pathetic, or apathetic and uncaring. After a moment of thought she figured she would suit the shy crowd better. Wouldn’t a young girl who’d just lost everything be scared of new people?

She fingered the opening of her packet before she thoughtfully drew out the papers. A map, class schedule, room number, list of activities they could do on campus, when food was served, official stuff. She wrinkled her nose slightly at the thought of having to change her schedule but resigned herself to it.

A last glance at the map and she was walking off, stuffing her papers back without looking. She was stationed in room 003, and the way it was worded, she’d likely be rooming with at least one other person. That was going to be draining, keeping her bubbly Sanna personality out and not reverting to Tora at all.

The place wasn’t that hard to navigate, though she missed the greetings of her extended family as she walked. They were in jail, all of them, even her mother. She slowed when she reached the correct hallway and stopped altogether when she reached her door. Gently, she placed her hand on it and took a deep breath. She would be living as Sanna for four years, it would be hard and she would have to constantly remind herself not to slip up. She took another deep breath and smiled. It was a fortunate thing she was such a damn good actor.