Disclaimers, disclaimers... I own nothing except my OC... Etc...
Just on a side note, I am trying to update this as much as I can, but having just gone back to school and with a shitty computer it's quite difficult! Please bare with me!
On with the story!
John
Bender surveyed the library and sneered, what a motley crew of idiots. This group couldn't have been more randomly selected, one person from each group 'faction' within the school was represented. It was obviously their first time in a Saturday detention, and for some their first time in a detention, ever.
One of the group even seemed to be jittering with nerves, twitching every time someone made the smallest noise. The others faces where expressionless, save the occasional nervous tick of blinking or flared nostrils.
Taking a seat nearly at the back he noticed a figure he'd never encountered before in the halls, as there weren't a lot of people in Shermer walking around with razor straight, glossy black hair. The person looked like the sort to blend into their surrounding so he couldn't be sure who they were exactly.
He knew he wasn't on the best terms with everyone at the school but he at least prided himself on being able to recognise every single face, of every student that attended this hellhole. He couldn't help but thinking he recognising the person's hair but he couldn't for the life of him place them.
Bender had a strong urge to shove the person just to confirm his suspicions, when his number one fan walked in...
Ame
Ame was drifting in and out of consciousness, in her dreams she was always surrounded by an unending blackness, the occasional flashing lights nearly blinding her. Around her and swathes of brightly coloured fabric ducked in and out of the flashing light. She was climbing, climbing up towards the light and the way out. Soon she was so close she could also reach out and touch the light, claw her way out of this dark, suffocating hole.
In the semi-conscious part of her brain Ame could hear faint murmuring of what could only be people talking,
'You will not sleep!'
Ame's feet hit the floor with a loud thump after being shoved off the desk with more force than necessary. Bleary eyes opened taking in one angry Dick-Vernon and five other students faces, none of which she could name or place. She stared at her desk top trying her best to avoid eye contact.
'Is that clear missy?'
Ame's sleep addled brain registered that she was being addressed and she slurred out a quick series of 'Yessirs'
Pleased with himself Dick strutted back to the front desks and continued to blab on about how the detention would run. Running her hands through her hair, Ame mentally took back her earlier thought about wanting to make friends. Now that she looked around she hoped that all these people were as antisocial as she was and none of them would engage in any conversation. She wasn't scared easily but talking to new people was certainly a daunting prospect.
Dick finally left the room and Ame registered the others glancing at her and one outright staring at her, this was going to be one long, shitty day.
Hope this chapter was satisfactory, until the next one Stele :)