Snippet #1613008

Millie pulled at her lacy fingerless gloves, about to return her attention to the lined paper almost covered in slighty smudged words when Hadley asked what sport she played. A bright smile was pulled onto her lips with the thought of her favorite thing. "They don't have a team here, but I am on a international dance troupe. I also hike and box with my sister Maria." Millie informed her, always referring to her fellow dancers as sisters, since they were so close. She looked at her left hand, the cuplrit of the ink smudges caught in her pinky. She frowned, turning to her tote bag for a clean wipe. She always had one at handy to clean off her pinky, since she was a lefty. She wasn't a germaphobe, living with six guys and seven girls, but having smudges on her hand always had a special way of irking her into buying some clean wipes. "Have a nice day." Mr. Williams told them, confusing Millie. The be- not even ten seconds after he'd told the class to have a nice day, the shrill shriek of the bell wiped any thoughts from her mind. She grabbed her tote, tensing as the others pushed past her. Mr. Williams must've noticed it, because he called her over.

"Hey Hallie, if you have gym can you wait?" Millie asked sheepishly, her fingers tapping against the old wooden desk in sync with her Mario converse. "Miss Laurence, Principal Davis informed me you haven't gone to school before, a tutor of sort? Anyway, do you need a buddy to make sure you don't get lost?" Mr. Williams asked, smiling genuinely.

"Thank you Mr. Williams, but if Hadley isn't going into my class I think I can find my way around." She replied, turning on her heel and meeting the other girl in the doorway. She remained silent until they finally got to the gymnasium. She went into the locker room, the other girls already changing into their custom gym uniform.

Since every student paid the five dollar fee to buy their uniform, most of them actually did design them.

Millie had cropped her oversized navy-blue t-shirt with the school logo right the chest area, pushing it loosely off her left shoulder to reveal her whtie bra strap and her thick tank top strap. Before pulling her blonde hair into a loose bun and adding her black hippy band, she pulled on the tight navy blue sophies and the sleek black tennis shoes. She pulled on her favorite white fingerless gloves, the ones she used for boxing. Gametime.

Beau made sure Steven got to his next class, slipping slowly from the room and out into the hallway with the old hall pass. He always skipped his second block, he did every year on the first day. He walked around the school and see if anything changed. He walked into the main bathroom, smiling at the face in the window. It was his gang buddy Skid, giving him the black backpack he needed. He had the tattoo to prove exactly why he needed these. He moved the bag into the hiding place he found last year, making sure no one was looking. He pulled out the pistol, sliding it carefully into his leather jacket, making sure it didn't buldge. He would be screwed if t did. He also grabbed the switchblade, stuffing it into his jacket before closing the hidden door and making his way out of the bathroom in the quickest manner he could.hen the cold metal of a switchblade was brought to his neck as the gangster shoved him against the wall. "You got Drequan's money, bitch?" Jay snarled, already searching the black-haired boy's jacket.

"You really though you could defend yourself, kid?" The question had a hint of sympathy and care, as if the older white teenager cared for the latter. Bealooked at Jay with an eyeful of fear, rage, and defiance. "You ain't goin' to get far if you fight back, C. You should know that by now." Jay growled, giving the boy a few bruises before shoving him back to his class.

How could Drequan find him?

He didn't mean to be forced into a gang, he was just a bitch when he was drunk. He tried his best to pay attention to the teacher, but all he could think about was how Drequan could definitely find him. Which confirmed his fears, along with Sam's fears. He was worried, and tried to defend BEau the night of the accident. He didn't up with a tattoo on his lower back and a massive bruise.