Snippet #2045188

A young woman sporting extremely long tresses that were a dark shade of cyan found herself walking silently down the hallways of the school, making sure to move out of the way of the few others in a courteous manner. Usually her hair was in pigtails, but she had only brushed out her hair today and let it pool around her ankles. Today, her hair actually framed her face and brought attention to it so that people might actually first notice her thick lashes accentuating bright blue eyes. A light smile was on her face as she passed a janitor, stepping to the left out of his way. She looked a bit out of order, to say the least, from her hair to her clothes. There weren’t very many students there yet. She held in her hands a duffel bag that she had stuffed with some clothing that she had taken from home. The short, plaid, black and red school skirt she wore was a bit out of order, her blouse was unbuttoned just a bit past her chest and untucked, her left sock wasn’t even on her foot because she was holding it in her hands along with a plastic bag that looked like it was filled with plastic containers of food. She avoided the eye contact as others as she slipped into her homeroom, closing the door quickly behind her. She was greeted by a rumbling stomach that she wasn’t expecting; She was hoping that she had gotten here early enough to have time to straighten herself up and eat a bit before being seen by others. She glanced to see who it was and saw her Homeroom and Sciene teacher, Mister Walkins. She offered a bashful smile and immediately spewed a jumbled explanation. “Sorry that I’m here so late and look so tragic. What had happened was that my clock was a few hours forward and my alarm went off and I thought that I was late so I rushed to school.“ That didn’t really explain why she had a duffelbag full of her things that she was trying to hide behind her back, but she quickly changed subject. “I heard your stomach growling. You’re hungry?” She looked concerned as she approached his desk and sat down the plastic bag of food. “There’s like eight Sausage and Egg McMuffins in there, an orange juice, some hasbrowns, and a parfait. Help yourself.” She offered another smile and excused herself, bumbling to the back of the classroom where she shoved her duffelbag into her locker before straightening out her clothes. She didn’t have to brush out her hair, merely running her fingers through it before going back to the front of the class. Her own stomach growled as she took a seat at a desk in the front and placed her head upon it, closing her eyes. Her disgruntled appearance when she walked in suggested that she didn’t sleep much that night and that she had gotten into a sort of physical altercation. A soft snore came from her as she seemed to have all but forgotten about her breakfast and fallen asleep, her head lolling to the side.

From the messy clothes, mussed up hair, baggy eyes, and tense, defensive demeanor, it was obviously very uncharacteristic of Miu to be in such a way. She was normally a tranquil young woman that always took care of her appearance from hair to nails. She never got too school too early or late, always arriving in enough time to get her things and make it to class only seconds before the bell rang for Homeroom. Something was off.