Thread: Extracurricular Activities [Spider-Man -- Sigr & Virginia]

....Lonely? Savannah considered for a moment, and realized that she'd never really thought about it. She'd been so busy with her dad and training that she'd never had time to be lonely or miss out on interacting with her peers. A little bit. Didn't really realize what I was missing until I was here. At least my previous teacher knew my name. Because it a parent was the obvious insinuation there. The art teacher called her Georgia, Michelle supplied helpfully. It had at least been up the same vein, using the state the city she shared a name with was in, but that didn't mean Savannah had given points for partial credit. No, it had been incredibly annoying. She shot Michelle a glance and then pressed her lips in a thin line before smiling, trying her best to properly capture an 'oh well what can you do?' sort of expression. This was one of probably many situations where Savannah would go with what seemed like it should be the right answer in order to keep from getting any kind of suspicion from her peers. She'd look things up later if she felt like she had to, or just be quiet and make it seem like she was happy to just listen to whoever wanted to talk to her about whatever pointless piece of media they were excited about. Green eyes darted between Ned and Peter, expression slightly amused. Jump scares are carefully manufactured to get a reaction from people, she offered up. So just the act of being startled doesn't necessarily mean someone's afraid. She was rarely startled. Her father hadn't liked it when things startled her, and pretty much nothing made her jump anymore. The response that bubbled up in her throat was 'no'. But it wasn't like she had any kind of after school activities until the sun went down. she couldn't be caught running around by the cops. She wasn't a hero, and she didn't do things like they did. That restricted things to night time. Sure. Sounds interesting. Savannah had no idea what that was, but she'd been invited to an event and it would probably make Ellen and Troy -- her hosts, as she was calling them -- happy and think less of it when she wanted to go out. If it involved trivia and science facts or something, she'd probably not be participating, but at least checking it out wasn't going to hurt. Where does it meet? She dug into her bag to pull out her printed schedule, and then spent a few seconds finding a pencil so she could write down where it was. I'll have to call my family and get permission. She didn't want to lie and call them parents because that'd get busted pretty quick and while 'family' wasn't the right word at all it was the one that had the least amount of room for people to dig into. The paper wasn't out very long, Savannah was sort of hoping that neither of the guys had a class with her. If they did and she didn't know ahead of time she could sit somewhere else and pretend she hadn't realized they were there, but if they knew they shared a class ahead of time she'd have to be prepared to interact. Class was time when she didn't have to try and communicate with people. Class was easy. Respond to someone in a position of authority and be exactly who she needed to be not to get too much attention. According to my vast research into the average high school there's always someone who's not nice, but they'll eventually either learn a lesson or get put in their place. She paused and then completed the joke with I watched a bunch of 80s high school movies. She'd watched two with her hosts because they'd wanted to do some calm sort of activity and they just had a bunch of DVDs of things from the 80s. She'd sat on the couch with them, smiled at the funny bits and looked concerned or unhappy at the bits that required those emotions, but her mind had been miles away. She opened her chocolate milk, which she'd grabbed because she noticed more people took it than normal milk, and took a sip. Oh. For a moment, her heart twisted. It tasted weird, but it brought back a memory she hadn't had in a long time, of a smiling man spooning Nesquik powder into a cocktail shaker, shaking it and then splitting it between three glasses. After a moment Savannah blinked and took another sip before setting the little carton down. There was no time or reason to mourn. His death was his own fault, he'd made mistakes and people who made mistakes got caught and had to deal with the consequences. But now she was dealing with consequences, and she had done everything exactly like she was supposed to. eventually she'll watch Star Wars with Peter and actually pay some attention to it. also lmao I guess I just ended up having both my characters triggering moments of memory in my latest posts.