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by Jaybt9 on Thu Apr 12, 2012 1:25 am
“Good morning, Miss Dias. A little late aren’t you?”
“I guess so.”
A female student with black layered hair, and skin like bronze, hurried to the desk to sign herself in on a piece of paper. The “tardy sign-in” as it was displayed in black, bold format. Quite a few students had signed in before the late student, arriving up to 1 hour earlier, or a half an hour after class had began.
“Are you okay?” the woman interrupted, causing the student’s head to lift. “You have been late to school 3 days in a week since Spring Break. I’m beginning to worry about you.”
“There’s nothing to worry about.” the student responded in a fast pace, “I’m fine. Just having some conflict with work and all. Nothing drastic.”
The late junior signed her name on the paper: First name “Antoinette”, last name “Dias”. Antoinette or “Toni” informally, took one last grin at the woman standing at the front desk before zipping past her to her upcoming class. Toni wanted to force some “delight” into the situation, so the woman in front of her wouldn’t be “on her case” like she was with the other students.
In reality, Toni was in good condition, and her family was living alive and well. Ever since her encounter with the meteor, however, her life had began to shift to an awkward direction. She hadn’t experienced any physical changes in her skin, or her hair. However, what she had planned on doing that day was much more energetic and “zealous” than what she had expected.
Ever since this experience, her attire has been unusual. While Toni does have an interest in wearing leggings, tights, and pants, now they have been worn everyday in school since spring break. In this case, she wore black spandex leggings and a red and white stripped jacket, covering her legs and arms. Under her jacket is a black long-sleeved turtleneck.
Also a part of her attire is a pair of gloves. Since spring break. She has been wearing various colors of gloves everyday in school. Today is black leather gloves to match with her leggings. She has been overly cautious lately about people touching her, and refuses to let people do so in school. Thankfully she went through Physical Education her sophomore year, so she doesn’t have to go through wearing uniforms and letting her skin be exposed to the school.
Toni hurried to her upcoming class: Spanish. Nothing spectacular. It was just something she wanted to get through. Plus a language course was mandatory for her. She figured that Spanish class would be the easiest option of the other three choices: French, German, and Latin. Sign Language was also an option, but Toni didn’t care too much about that course.
Toni took a sketchy landing next to the door of her Spanish class, checking her attire to see if none of her skin below the neck was bare. She took one deep inhale, exhaling slower in speed. She was situated enough to enter the classroom.
As soon as Toni entered the room, people near the door glanced over to her, including the teacher. Toni already knew that the teacher was going to have something annoyingly witty to say, and surely Toni would have to indulge in it.
“Arriving pretty late aren’t you, Miss Dias?” the teacher uttered out in her obvious "salsa" flavor.
Toni just chuckled with a one-sided smile, handing her teacher the note just to be more straightforward instead of gathering up an awkward conversation. Toni took a steady stroll towards the middle of the classroom, waving to two girls as she passed by. Toni placed her things, and her behind, at a seat behind one of the girls, while the teacher continued once more with her teachings.
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