Snippet #1787914

Rose
When the bell rung she was more than eager to get out of the class. She had been going to school here for about two weeks now and so far, she had no friends. Then again in order to make friends you would usually have to interact with people. The only interaction she bothered to make was when somebody brushed up against her in the hall and she told them to watch it. Apparently that was enough to tag her as a rebelious person. The way she dressed didn't exactly help her oppose to that title, since today she was wearing a black Evanescenes shirt, some ripped pants that looked like she took a can of bleach and threw it all over them, and and cropped army jacket with badges on it and a red scarf tied to her sleeve with combat boots to top it off.

She had been angry at her for taking away her phone so she would get into studying so she had dressed like this to freak her out. Plus she pulled it off so why not? The second she heard the bell she didn't even wait to be dismissed. She got up and gathered her things then walked out of the class, keeping an unemotional expression on her face until it was out of sight of everyone else who she could tell was looking at her. Then she let out a silent sigh and relaxed her shoulders once she got out of the building. A rush of wind blew her way and her hair blew to the side, messing it up completely. She fixed it as she continued walking and adjusted her Paramore handbag when she approached a pebble.

Stopping she picked it up and the dropped it again, kicking it the rest of her way home. There was pretty much nobody outside and there were alleys in between almost all the buildings. She hated it here, why did they even have to move? Just because somebody gets a divorce doesn't mean you have to move halfway across the country from New York all the way to Nebraska. It was just so...aggravating. She accidentally kicked the pebble to hard on that thought and it went flying into an alley.
"Of course it went into an alley. They make up more than half of this stupid town," She muttered to herself as she walked into the pitch black abyss of a brick alleyway to find the pebble, her first piece of entertainment in this town other than her music, and that doesn't really count because she listens to music to forget about things like this town.