Post by hitomitakahashi13 on May 30, 2010 0:57:32 GMT -5
Atalanta had just arrived at the Willow Brooke Correctional Facility and she could already tell it would be so much fun. Her neon splattered black hoodie, hi-liter yellow pants and bright blue eyeshadow had already condemned her a freak. She hadn't been assigned a horse yet so she couldn't go hang out with her, or him. She didn't like crowds and didn't want questions. She had wandered, alone, around campus in till she had found herself at the lake.
She was tempted to get in, but it being 39 degrees she thought twice about it. She didn't want to get sick on her first day in an alien place. A wind blew around her and she pulled her black hoodie closer. She tucked her converse covered feet under her and sat on the dock. She was lonely, but didn't want to risk complete rejection. If she slowly met people maybe it would be better. Maybe there wouldn't be questions. Maybe people wouldn't stare, wouldn't accuse. As she thought this a thought struck her. They're were probably girls like her here. People who had the same problems. Who had the same type of past.
She decided she was going to feel the water. She stripped off her very artful converse and rainbow colored socks and then slipped her bare feet in to the almost frozen lake. She stiffled a gasp and scolded herself. She knew better. She was from up north after all. She slid her feet back onto the dock and rolled on to her stomach waiting for when she gathered the courage to face the mess hall. She started think about ways she could meet people who wouldn't reject her.
She was tempted to get in, but it being 39 degrees she thought twice about it. She didn't want to get sick on her first day in an alien place. A wind blew around her and she pulled her black hoodie closer. She tucked her converse covered feet under her and sat on the dock. She was lonely, but didn't want to risk complete rejection. If she slowly met people maybe it would be better. Maybe there wouldn't be questions. Maybe people wouldn't stare, wouldn't accuse. As she thought this a thought struck her. They're were probably girls like her here. People who had the same problems. Who had the same type of past.
She decided she was going to feel the water. She stripped off her very artful converse and rainbow colored socks and then slipped her bare feet in to the almost frozen lake. She stiffled a gasp and scolded herself. She knew better. She was from up north after all. She slid her feet back onto the dock and rolled on to her stomach waiting for when she gathered the courage to face the mess hall. She started think about ways she could meet people who wouldn't reject her.