Girls Dorms [h4]

The buzzer went off and Sadie woke up instantly without complaint. She was always a morning person. The first thing she did was take a shower before going back to her room and getting changed for the day. Last night had been interesting, but she was relieved that today would be a normal school day. Well, as normal as she hoped. After getting changed, she left her room to get some breakfast. She always made sure she had plenty of time to get ready for the day.

Avery's eyes widened. Her hand went up to feel her head and she gasped, groaning. She felt sick. She was sluggish, but eventually rolled over to glare at her clock. Oh jeeze! She was so late! Uhg! She leaped up, landing awkwardly on her feet and falling forwards, yelping as she hit the floor. She whimpered and crawled back up, grabbing the sheets on the bed and not even setting them back as they should be. She grumbled some more and slid on her clothes. She grabbed a sketch pad and bag. She slid the bag over her head, leaving the messy hair pulled back as it was on her head and she raced towards the door. She gasped, flinging herself back inwards and grabbing some pencils before bursting back out of the door. She tripped a little down the hall but continued on, running as fast as she could. She had bags under her eyes, no make-up on or anything and she ran into a few walls or doors, she couldn't tell which before bursting out of the place. Her bangs flopping around her face and her clothes un-ironed. She was all-in-all a total mess.

Avery was slow, slipping into the house slowly. Avery whimpered softly, her arm hurting. She slid off the cast-like brace and sat on her bed. It was bruised up and down. Avery was a mess, probably broken arm, bruises up and down her whole body, bruised eyes and nose and worst of all? Avery's new sketch pad was not torn at all, not drawn in. Nothing... She sighed softly.

Avery felt just as upset and white-paged as her new sketch book. Avery's not-so-sore arm stretched out and she took some clothes out, slipping into a nice shirt with a sort of low cut top which had the gentle, flappy kind of look and thin straps yet they weren't too thin. Like a tank-top kind of strap appearance. She also put on a pair of skinny jeans and slid them on her legs. Avery's hair was down at the moment, so she wandered into the shared bathroom and began to brush it back with someone's brush.

Avery brushed it back into one braid starting at her forehead and going all the way back and being tied with a hair tie at the very back. It wasn't long, but it was down too her mid-neck and was alright. Avery was slow, gentle and calm about it before setting the brush neatly and exactly where she had found it, since she didn't have her own in close reach, and slid her sling back over her arm. Sniffing a little from the swelling in her nose, she dabbed a gentle, minimal amount of soothing cream and the inflammation slowed down shortly, sliding back and not looking so puffy. Avery was slow, and took her time, but eventually walked out of the house and too the school again, pass in her pocket for just in case purposes. She had her new sketch pad with her, in a back swung over her good shoulder.

Avery stumbled into the dorm center, wading down the hallway she was wincing thickly. Her eyes scanned around her, though nothing seemed very helpful at the moment. She heard some smashing and paused outside of her door. Something was in her room. Avery ended up ramming unto the door once it ha been unlocked and her voice rose up, shrill and loud. She screamed. Everything was torn apart. Her jaw dropped and she stood in the doorway for a good few minutes just standing outside her room before she slowly walked in, almost afraid of what she would find.

Avery whimpered and sniffed, why was this happening? She almost killed herself by falling of the stairs. Next was the encounter with the other student and finally a drag match with a family of wild boars. Avery sniffed some more, she rubbed her eyes an holding back tears as she discovered more or all of her things that meant anything where gone.. Everything else was smashed or torn up. She dropped on her knees finally, beside her bed and burst into tears from exhaustion plus the fact that her only item from her family that she had left was gone.

That book that was one was the only thing left of Averys family. Tear after tear exploded from her eyes. If this was some joke, it wasn't funny. Her crying rang in the hallways, since she had left the door door wide open. That's when she found the note and horror filled her. That and more sadness. Avery was not laughing about this. She slowly curled up in a tiny ball and cried some more. Avery wasn't out for revenge now. All she wanted was her mother and fathers book back. That's all she wanted.