Snippet #2195581

Erin Vines

Late. Unacceptable. Flipping her orange hair over her shoulder, she entered the school and found the auditorium easily as it was described in the letter that she had memorized backwards and forwards just in case she lost it. Recently, she had been trying to train herself to have a photographic memory. It wasn't going terribly well, but she had stared at the short letter long enough to know where to go.

What she found had her mouth dropping open. Soaking students. Teachers at the front of the room not doing a thing. A boy towards the back beside her flipping a knife while he bobbed his head slightly to whatever nonsense he was listening to through those ear buds. Holding the strap of her bag tightly, Erin shook her head and prayed this wasn't the correct location. According to her memory however, this was the only place to be.

Frowning, she dropped her bag to the floor and cross her arms, standing there in the doorway and glaring to the knife the boy was tossing in the air. They really shouldn't allow weapons on campus. It wasn't safe. This kid was probably a delinquent and he was here? Erin huffed and leaned back on the door frame, eyes flaming upon the teachers on the stage. Supposed teachers. They were older, except the blonde one it seemed, but they had to be the teachers.

She couldn't believe this. Noticing her shoe was half in a puddle of water, she hurriedly back away and glared down more. "I'm turning my back on college for this?" she spat, resisting the urge to cuss out the kid with the knife.