Locker Hallway

Delilah strutted through the hallways, brushing her hair behind her shoulder and stopping at her locker to throw her bag in. She grabbed all of her things that she needed and slammed her door, sliding down it into a sitting position. Her short black skirt pooled around her legs, which were covered by sheer lace tights that led down her legs to knee-high combat boots. She brushed off her long-sleeve purple and black striped shirt that dipped low in the front, her style a bit...eccentric. She had black beads and silver necklaces covering her neck and jangling when she moved, her wavy hair falling into her black painted eyes. She was tired, and quite frankly, didn't want to be at school that day.