Warm Welcomes to the Antichrist

Oh thank god there were directions attached! She would have been walking around in circles without the directions! But as she was about to say something along the lines of "Do you play drums? You definitely have rhythm" he was gone, and she lost her train of thought. He had left his book, so she put it in her bag and packed up her belongings slowly, making sure she was the last one out. She really hated to have people behind her, and in this place she had every right to be wary of these sheep. Regardless of the ignorance they drank, sheep could still have horns...or was that goats? Hmm. She hadn't been on a farm in quite some time.

She walked to the science building with her hands in her pockets, following the somewhat useless signs and the directions that the office lady gave her before. Science should be fun. She wondered if they even brought up evolution here, or if there were pictures of Jesus hanging out with some dinosaurs. She rolled her eyes. This stuff was going to get old fast, and she really had to concentrate to make her feet move to the classroom on her schedule. Thoughts and ideas fluttered into her head. Things like putting hair dye in Abigail's shampoo. (Nair never actually worked despite popular opinion. Not even the girliest smelling shampoo could hide the smell of pure and complete chemical based shit that was nair. Or at least not well enough to get a big enough quantity to actually do anything to the peppy blonde.) But whether she was ready for it or not, she entered the classroom right before the bell rang, saluted the class, and sat in the back take notes on single cell organisms. Another biology credit? Damn didn't she have like three of them now? She sighed. Whatever. Mitochondria were more amusing than this place any day.

Which brought her to her next thought. Allan. Mister tapping-his-foot-in a-rhythmic-way-but-lying-about-it. Though when asked he seemed to lose it...she thought. It was hard to tell. She never actually studied music beyond her ears and hands, so anything that was too complex she didn't understand. She didn't even know how to read music. Guitar tab was one thing, and her piano skills were little more than what she needed for tuning her guitar. She really had no reason to learn something so complex, nor did she have the time. She had met other who knew, but most of the time they translated whatever they wanted into tab and it all worked out well. But this Allan kid didn't seem to be the type to know music. True she stood by her earlier assessment of him being an artist--he was drawing wasn't he?--but music? Well maybe. Their earlier conversation in the hall hinted it, but she didn't know. Why could he just be blunt with her?

Oh thank god there were directions attached! She would have been walking around in circles without the directions! But as she was about to say something along the lines of "Do you play drums? You definitely have rhythm" he was gone, and she lost her train of thought. He had left his book, so she put it in her bag and packed up her belongings slowly, making sure she was the last one out. She really hated to have people behind her, and in this place she had every right to be wary of these sheep. Regardless of the ignorance they drank, sheep could still have horns...or was that goats? Hmm. She hadn't been on a farm in quite some time.

She walked to the science building with her hands in her pockets, following the somewhat useless signs and the directions that the office lady gave her before. Science should be fun. She wondered if they even brought up evolution here, or if there were pictures of Jesus hanging out with some dinosaurs. She rolled her eyes. This stuff was going to get old fast, and she really had to concentrate to make her feet move to the classroom on her schedule. Thoughts and ideas fluttered into her head. Things like putting hair dye in Abigail's shampoo. (Nair never actually worked despite popular opinion. Not even the girliest smelling shampoo could hide the smell of pure and complete chemical based shit that was nair. Or at least not well enough to get a big enough quantity to actually do anything to the peppy blonde.) But whether she was ready for it or not, she entered the classroom right before the bell rang, saluted the class, and sat in the back take notes on single cell organisms. Another biology credit? Damn didn't she have like three of them now? She sighed. Whatever. Mitochondria were more amusing than this place any day.

Which brought her to her next thought. Allan. Mister tapping-his-foot-in a-rhythmic-way-but-lying-about-it. Though when asked he seemed to lose it...she thought. It was hard to tell. She never actually studied music beyond her ears and hands, so anything that was too complex she didn't understand. She didn't even know how to read music. Guitar tab was one thing, and her piano skills were little more than what she needed for tuning her guitar. She really had no reason to learn something so complex, nor did she have the time. She had met other who knew, but most of the time they translated whatever they wanted into tab and it all worked out well. But this Allan kid didn't seem to be the type to know music. True she stood by her earlier assessment of him being an artist--he was drawing wasn't he?--but music? Well maybe. Their earlier conversation in the hall hinted it, but she didn't know for sure. Why could he just be blunt with her?

Regardless she was just glad that the day was nearing a close. She had lunch next, then English, social studies, and Intro. into art history. That sounded interesting. Though she couldn't be certain either of those would really hold her interest, and again she toyed with the idea of skipping...but she folded. it wasn't worth it to risk getting in trouble this early. But before she new it the bell rang and people were filing out to the cafeteria.

So Hailee booked it. She followed the crowd to the cafeteria and ducked out into the first exit she saw. Being in the courtyard wasn't too bad, now it was just about looking casual and not being seen by anybody. She carefully sped walk to the student parking lot, pretending she left something in her imaginary car, before she ran out, all the way to the street as fast as she could. Her backpack was still on her back and Allan's note was in her back pocket. Was there anything else she needed? She calmed her paranoia best she could and started walking to what sounded like a cafe of some kind, finding that she was yet again on the wrong side starting out. Oh well, she would get the hang of this soon.

She didn't have much money on her, most of that went to gas, but the check cashers' did give her ten bucks for the caf that she obviously wouldn't be spending there. That should be more than enough for a coffee and a muffin.