Snippet #1743829

“I’d never dream that you would.” Noticing his glance towards her wrist, Rae stopped playing with her bracelet and stuck her hands in her pockets. “Nice day, isn’t it? Pity we have to spend it in there. ‘Oh, that we could spend the day roaming these wilde woods, that tomorrow should never come,’” she said, speaking with a lilting accent, almost English, but not quite. “Sorry, it’s a line from an original play we put on three summers ago. Seemed appropriate somehow. And here’s another one; ‘Hell is empty, all the devils are here.’” She grinned as they entered the building. “Classes will start soon, I’ve gotta run to my locker,” she said, turning down the hall with a wave and a smile, before letting the crowd absorb her.

Grabbing some of her books, Rae glanced up, and noticed someone new just a few lockers away from her. A few of the boys from the basketball team were standing around, laughing at something and giving him dirty looks. She frowned, pausing, as the new boy walked past her quickly. The boys walked slowly past her as well, and Rae heard a snatch of conversation. “-freaking British accent, how-” They were gone, and she shut her locker with her hip, hugging her books close, and wound through the crowd in time to see the new boy enter a classroom. Rae grinned, she was in the same class. With a mischievous smile, she breezed in.

The focus of the room shifted subtly, many of the others turning to look at her and greet her. With a last internal chuckle, she returned the greetings, speaking in her best British accent. They didn’t even bat an eye, used to her accents and her preparations for theater. Sometimes Rae would speak in a foreign accent for a month before the show, most notably; she had given a speech once entirely in a southern accent, causing snickers and laughter all around. Waving them away with a laugh, Rae set her books down on a center desk, and, spotting the new kid, waltzed over, sitting backwards in the chair in front of his desk, facing him.

“Hello. You’re new? What do you think of our fine school so far?” Rae kept up the accent, wondering if it would fool him. She’d never tried out this particular accent on a native Englishman before, and she was curious. Her face gave away no trace of her schemes, trained to give away only what she wished. Right now, she merely seemed friendly, maybe a bit curious. “Name’s Raelene. Most just call me Rae, though. And you are?”