Third Person.
Dite had a few classes with Warren and Will after lunch, but she made sure to sit away from them. It wasn't that she didn't like them necessarily. She didn't have any real opinion on them yet, having barely met them. But with the jumpscare that had happened at lunch, Dite needed the time to calm down. That sudden interaction had spiked her anxiety and she certainly wasn't in the mood to talk after that. Dite kept her gaze downcast, on her own things, or on the teachers every class period. She didn't glance over even once to see if either of the two boys were looking at her, or if they were showing any signs of wanting to talk to her. She was too focused on displaying body language that would tell them she didn't want to chat.
After school she did her best to get out of the classroom before anyone else. She speed walked to her locker, dumped most of her things and grabbed a few items, then headed for the door. She knew there would be no avoiding Layla and the rest of her weird crew on the bus, so she had excused herself to the bathroom during her last class of the day and had made a call to her grandfather, asking if he could pick her up. While he was hesitant, he did agree to pick her up and take her home as long as she rode the bus the rest of the week.
That was why after exiting the building, Dite's eyes were searching for the familiar car her grandfather always drove. It wasn't hard to spot. In fact, Dite realized with a slight cringe, it stood out a lot and many students were looking at it in wonder. Right. Dite thought. No one drives cars this old anymore. No one but Gramps. She sighed as she strode up to the light blue vintage cadillac, opening the passenger side door and plopping in, swinging her legs inside and shutting the door with a bang behind her.
"Hey, Sweetcheeks! How was school?" Her grandfather asked her rather cheekily, in a high-energy voice, a smile on his face.
"Fine." Dite rolled her eyes and adjusted her bag so that it was sitting comfortably on her lap. She buckled up and adjusting her seating. She glanced at the windows of the car quickly, making sure they were closed so no one would hear her grandfather.
Taking notice of this, he put on a fake pout and reached over to squeeze her knee. "Hey! Do I embarrass you?" He teasingly asked, and laughed when Dite only let out a grumble in response and smacked his hand away from her. "Oh, come on. I'm just pulling your leg."
"I know." Dite mumbled as her grandfather put the car into gear. She leaned back against the seat as the car's rockets started up in the back, flaring up and sending the car flying.
After a moment of silent flying, the car slowly started to descend. Once it touched down on the rode, the rocket's quickly flipped inside of the vehicle and seemingly disappeared, making the car look normal once more. Dite's grandfather chuckled softly and glanced over at her, before bringing his eyes back to the road.
"So," he began, "Why'd you want me to pick you up? I would've thought you wouldn't want to be seen with an old coot like me." He joked.
"It's not that!" Dite replied in an accusatory tone. She turned her neck to look at him and sat up straighter. Taking a moment to go over what she wanted to say in her head, she sighed again. How to put this in a way her grandpa wouldn't go on a rant or tell her to be nicer? If she told him the truth and said she wanted to avoid some people who had snuck up on her at lunch, he would advise her on how she could've handled the situation better. Who knew how long that speech would go on? And if she just said there were annoying kids on the bus, he would tell her to be nice and to give them a chance.
"I don't know… I just-" She ran a hand through her hair as the car pulled up into their driveway. "I just needed to get away."
"Did something bad happen?" Her grandfather asked in a concerned way, putting the car in park and turning to look at her. She couldn't help but notice the tired lines on his face.
"No, not really. It's just- I don't know!" She threw her hands up and opened the door of the car, stepping out. Her grandfather shut off the engine and exited the vehicle as well. As they both walked up to the door, she continued. "There were so many new people. It was just too much at once, you know?"
Her grandfather nodded in understanding. "Have you been taking your anxiety pills?"
"YES!" It annoyed Dite that he would think she wasn't, but she knew he only wanted the best for her.
"Alright, alright! I'm just making sure." He said.
Dite and her grandfather had moved into a rather odd place. You see, the front of the building was a shop. No, not like a shop for clothes, but more of a bakery. Yep, Dite's grandfather is a baker. The building he had bought for them to live at had a little bakery in the front and then through a door in the back of the bakery, there was the rest of the building that was much more house-like. Well, there was a huge kitchen area through that door for the bakery, but then the rest of the building was much more house-like. The way Dite's grandfather had set things up, the door to go into the rest of the building was behind the bakery's counter, so they wouldn't have to worry about strangers coming into their house.
Through the door at the back of the bakery and after the second door to exit the bakery's kitchen, there was a long hallway. On the left side of the hallway, there was a door for the laundry room and then a door for the bathroom. On the right side of the hallway, there was the door to her grandfather's bedroom and then a door for Dite's bedroom. The hallway ended into a living room, which had a sitting area and a television. And to the back of the living room there was a smaller kitchen for actual family meals, along with a dining room table. In the back to the right of the kitchen, there was a stairway that led down to the basement.
Dite went straight to her bedroom. She had a lot to think about. Much more than she thought she would.
