Thread: Warm Welcomes to the Antichrist

After a very awkward shower combined with a very awkward period, Hailee wasn't sure what to do with herself. Part of her was thinking to skip the rest of the day--which in itself, said a lot. This is not to say that the girl never skipped school or that she wasn't routinely kicked out or punished by school boards for truancy, but simply she had rules about skipping. Rules that she was willing to break because she was starting to get that annoyed. Abigail's little taunts did nothing it was the fucking talk of her being gay that was driving her up the wall. This is not to say she never had a girlfriend or anything, cause well, she had, it was simply the fact that there was some kind of paramount idea that if you weren't some bible thumping reject you didn't belong. The fact that being called gay was considered an insult. That was what was driving her up the wall. She changed back into her normal street clothes, and noticed there was a place to put your own padlock. She made a mental note of this and promised herself to get one by tomorrow. It was partly because of Allan, and partly because she new that she couldn't trust anyone in this damn place. She had witnessed gay bashing, and she had been in enough fights because of it, it made her eyes twitch. She didn't want to deal with more of it, nor did she want her stuff taken or destroyed because she was gay. She smiled to herself slightly, thinking. Out of all the things they could potentially call her, gay was not in the forefront of her mind. She thought perhaps whore, definitely Satan worshiper, she even entertained the thought of infidel. But no, they lacked too much creativity. She would have to rectify that. She needed to find some sorry sap to make out with. The bell rang and she noticed everyone going one direction, so she decided to go the other. Perhaps she would be able to sneak off campus a little bit and check out the music store she saw on the way there. Anything to get a bit of a breather. She grabbed her mp3 player and put in her headphones and started walking out not really sure when she was going. It wasn't as if she really had any friends to speak of. She got down to the field before she noticed Allan sitting on the bleachers. She cracked a small smile, and stuck her hands in her pockets and whistled along with her music. Which currently was acoustic rock, as the device was on shuffle. She walked up the bleachers and sat a few bleachers down and sprawled herself down on the bench laying down. She turned down her music but didn't bother turning it off, not sure if he was going to speak to her or not. Either way she felt like bothering him, or at least attempting to figure out exactly what he meant by that note. Hey stranger, she spoke to the sky, Feeling sorry for yourself too, or just being one of them strong silent types? You reek of being an artist. You ain't one of them pretentious ones are ya? she finished, needlessly falling into a southern accent that seemed somewhat convincing off her tongue. Cause if ya are, she continued, pulling out her headphones and wrapping them around the device as she turned it off, I won't tell you the latest gossip.