Snippet #1893294

Bekah sat towards the left of the auditorium, near the front. There weren't many people in yet--she had gotten there early, before the student ferry arrived--but she noticed that some were coming in. She was sitting in an area that not many people were headed. Most sat as far back as they could, probably hiding from the eyes of the teachers. But her years of training as the top-of-the-class perfect student drew her instinctively towards the front. She subconciously wanted to impress the teachers, and she knew that first impressions had a big impact on what they thought of a student all together.

She wanted to make friends here. She wasn't used to being avoided, and that's almost how she felt then. Some people probably saw her as a teacher's pet (which she was) and a lot of people hated that in a person. She had heard that most students her are forced and completely reluctant to be there, unlike Bekah. She was excited. So she just sighed and tucked her knees up into her chest and leaned against the wall next to her, hoping that there was at least one person here like her. She didn't want to be alone.