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Post by clare on Nov 30, 2010 15:16:31 GMT -5
To say that Clare was lost was actually false. In fact very much so, despite being the goodie-goodie type that most people thought she was In truth Clare could be one hell of a bad kid when she was provoked and by god did someone provoke her. Honestly she looked like she had just ran like a bat out of hell, and now found herself in an empty classroom all alone. Somehow she liked it like this, the damned guy had the audacity to grab her ass. She knew she sent him to the infirmary, he was bleeding out of his nose and maybe his mouth by the end of it. But she couldn't help that, it was reflex now, and that reflex reared its ugly head and showed people just what happens when Clare Flynn is put into a situation where it's fight or flight. No, Clare does both. Teachers could not keep up with a girl that runs a mile in five minutes and two miles in seven. Some kids at first rumored she was on Speed with the way she religiously kept her body toned and fit. They didn't know it was a type of therapy. It was the reason why she rarely showed her face in a "group therapy" session. Her counselor had said running was a healthy outlet for stress and she had a lot of it to blow off now.
Now she had heard footfalls behind her, but they had been far to light to be those of a teacher's with the god forsaken clicking heels and their lumbering steps. As if it was a burden to come here and teach, well it was a god damned burden to be a student here. In truth she probably had been followed by a group of curious students that if they rattled her cage once again she would show them all what happens when a rattlesnake is provoked a second time. That first lashing was nothing, that was comparable to a snake's 'dry bite' where they bite someone in defense but never inject venom. Her brunette hair fell loosely against her head and she finally calmed herself down enough to recognize that the footfalls she had heard earlier came from someone who was definitely not a foe. It was a forced smile but it appeared when she saw the form of a person she considered a close friend.
Hah, at least she has an alibi for skipping classes today.
Outfit: Black T-shirt, Denim Jacket and a Pair of Jean shorts
Tag: Callista
Words: 456
Notes: Nothin' here XD
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