Thread: Not So Snow White (Mr Quixotic & Aurelia)

A soft, almost rhythmic, tap of a pencil kept giving little pats to the lip it was being bounced upon in boredom. Sofia White was doing her absolute best to pay attention, knowing she desperately needed to. But when the teacher's voice had the same drawing tone for every word, making it seem as if he wasn't even excited at this point, well, one could merely want to smash their head against the desk. The female's boredom probably wasn't helped by the fact that her mind had been encased in whatever mystery her mother had left her with that morning. To bring her to school, have her wait outside the Dean's office - which had her very worried - and then to simply leave her high and dry. The bitch could only be up to something and Sofia desperately wished to figure it out. Hopefully before the day was done if at all possible. Her mind had been so boggled down, there hadn't even been a notice of the rather large man that was working his way into the room. Nor the teacher asking what he wanted. It wasn't until her name had been said, or even repeated, after only giving a blink like her subconscious knew something had been said, that she raised her head. Eyes finding the security guard seeming to try and find silent gasps of air but was failing fully. A couple students had already turned to find her themselves, so she was pointed out and it was futile to run now. Not that she would have this hardly seemed like the case in point that she should be running from security guards. Not that she wasn't sure she could just as easily speed walk away from this one. Giving a raise of her hand, she cleared her throat to claim attention. Shutting her laptop with her other, she then cleaned up her area of paper and technology, quickly putting them away before raising. While the girl was used to having some attention on her, this was not the way it was preferred. In all preference, the shorter female wished to never have it. It always seemed to make her life harder. Having made her way down the few stairs towards Albert, who she had heard a few people tease and call Fat Albert, a hand brushed back a stray strand of ebony hair behind her ear on the heart shaped face. Giving a nod for him to sort of lead the way as he hadn't stated quite where or why she was going somewhere. But there was already a feeling she knew. So she trailed just a step behind and to the side, eyes forward. At a young age, Sofia had quickly picked up that her mother relished in attention. Sofia had started out as her winning game piece, she was certain. From strict eating, to sports or hobby's, Evelyn had been carving her out. Unfortunately, it seemed the evil woman had no foresight to see that she in turn, would be creating her own demise when Sofia had turned about fifteen. Her beauty blossomed and everything that her mother had put into her gave back ten fold. Other then the shorter height, the girl's body looked almost like perfection. Meals that had been planned, and now were habit, had given way to a the fit form that was used in high school Volleyball and a few side dance classes. With a bubbly B, average cup size, she filled out any shirt without being to excessive. Natural raven colored hair that would normally be to much for the lighter of skinned sat in tone with the healthy pale skin. All the while making the large, amber, eyes stick out even more. Not to mention she had the lips to form the most attention grabbing pout... among other things many fantasied about and few had ever gotten the pleasure of knowing. No. Sofia knew exactly what her mother had helped her become and why now the woman seemed to give every waking moment to destroy her. College had been means to get her out of the house and her daughter couldn't have been more grateful. However, while that had been the case only so long ago, it hadn't seemed to stop Eve from trying to make her life miserable. No matter how much she tried to just hide in the shadows and mind her own. Which was why now, as the approached the office she had just spent her time waiting by, a slow breath entered her before letting out in fear of what the woman might have done to her now. Waiting patiently while Albert alerted the Dean of her presence, she stayed still till he stepped back and motioned for her to continue in. Straightening to the proper posture, she gave a nod with a tight lipped smile and a barely muttered thank you - she wasn't rude, after all, and he had done nothing to her - before pushing into the office. Instantly her eyes fell to the one male in the room before starting to drift about, looking for any signs or clues of her mother. A hand drawing her messenger bag from her shoulder and letting it slip slowly to the floor beside her feet. The door closing behind her gave a small glance over her shoulder, finally coming back to just squarely land on Mr. Forsythe, whom she offered her kindest of smiles. Maybe she was just over thinking all of it. After all, while she hadn't spoke to him that she could remember, he seemed to be only wanting to do good things for the school. That had to count for something, right? Shifting her weight from one foot towards the other with a smooth transition, she finally spoke in her sweet toned voice. You wanted to see me?