Thread: Good Girl Gone Bad [ TortoiseShell x Tyr]

Washington Irving High rose above the ground with little pride, the old once beautiful building having outlived its days of glory to be covered in graffiti despite the janitor's best efforts. The inside of the structure was little different from the rest - tagged lockers and bathrooms, a hardly respected dressing code and young people coming closer to public intercourse than appropriate. Irving High was the epitome of teenage delinquency and bore a striking similitude to the chliche high school TV shows. For some it was a place to make friends that would stick, for others it was a place to face the harsh truths about the society. To her, it was hell. Faith D'Aether moved to the small town in Connecticut with her family a month earlier yet instead of getting better, things have degenerated. Born and raised in a family with high moral values set in stone, religion playing a central in their lives. Following a lifetime in a catholic school for girls, a public school was hard to adapt to. Her parents tried to find a catholic school in the area, yet she insisted they let her go to regular one. A month later, she still felt like a complete outsider. Day after day, the girl went on observing all the sin that took place in the institution, yet soon enough she began to wonder whether it was sin or freedom she was observing. In an existance filled with prayers and rules she had little time to consider who she was, what her rights should have been or even what she wanted from life. Instead, she was the obedient little lamb, following her parents' orders. The purity ring on her finger was steadily losing its importance as the girl began to fantasize about being one of the girls smashed between the cold locker's wall and the body of a boy. Thoughts as such were becoming an obsession to the poor little girl. She realized that perhaps something was wrong with her and not the rest of the world. All the popular people looked so different from her, acted like they knew exactly what and why they were doing. She, on the other hand, felt like a newborn left to its own devices. Oftentimes she would hear snarky comments about her from people she has never met about her clothes or appearance. That day, she heard the word 'nun' as she passed by a pair of scantily clad girls and it stung. Instead of going straight to the lockers, she paused at the bathroom to check herself out. She wore a white dress shirt with a sweater on top along with a pair of simple straight jeans and sneakers, her hair attached in a strict bun at the top of her head and glasses hiding her beautiful eyes. She looked down at her body, studying the fabric that hid the fact that she had large breasts yet was very thin and frail. She then glanced at her jeans that did little good to her shapely rear and slim legs, a sigh escaping her plump lips - most likely the only part of her body not hidden by anything. Perhaps they were right. She shook her head softly and turned around, walking off toward the lockers. No, she wasn't going to sulk - she had a happy, wealthy family, a few friends back at home and good grades that would take her places, not to mention she was finally going to ask a boy out. It went against everything her parents taught her, yet she couldn't take it any longer. He never seemed to notice her, yet she noticed him all right. Everytime he passed by, or hung out at the lockers with his friends, she felt her heart stop for a moment. There was something about him that took her breath away, made her long for him. She has never gotten the chance to really talk to him though - perhaps once or twice they talked in their Biology class, yet it never went beyond a request for a pencil or a question regarding the page they were on. Otherwise, she has always tried to find him alone yet he seemed to be surrounded by a group of people on a regular basis. Reaching the lockers, Faith looked around, hopeful to see him at his locker. As usual he wasn't there, causing her to sigh. Walking up to her locker, she sighed. There was yet another insult written down on the metal wall. Pulling the door open, she studied the locker's contents, hesitating. Finally, she pulled out the books from her bag, deciding to give herself a break for a night. listu