Post by Charlotte Ware on May 2, 2009 18:31:50 GMT -5
Being accepted in the Academy wasn't a surprise. She was good at school, despite her disability. Besides, she was sure there were plenty of students around that had disabilities as well. So far, she hadn't met any. It wasn't that she was anti-social, but it seemed certain classmates have already been sufficiently annoyed by her. Was it her fault that she blurted out they smelled like body odor? Not entirely. They could bathe more often.
The uniform made it easy for her to blend in. It also took a lot of stress off her mind. Though she remembered the colors - faintly - she'd never know exactly what she was wearing and what she'd look like, especially since nobody was around to tell her. At least now she could have the peace of mind of dressing like everybody else. As for being off campus, she was going to wiggle her body into whatever she could. Most of her clothes had some sort of an identifiable label.
Charlotte wasn't in a hurry to leave, but she didn't feel at ease inside the dorm. As soon as class was let out, she slipped out of her skirt and into a pair of hip huggers and a pair of high top black converses. For a moment she contemplated on whether or not to put on sunglasses. It would be a dead giveaway - aside from the walking stick in her hand. It was too cliche, so she left it on her bed. As self conscious as she was, she thought it best to not draw any more attention to herself.
If only there was a map or a guide. There wasn't. Fortunately, she managed to wander to the park where she heard faint laughter and childhood shrieks. As the sounds grew closer, her pace quickened. All the while, she memorized the steps taken to get where she was. After all, she'd have to find her way back in a few hours.
The running wasn't the best idea she had. It wasn't five minutes into the park that she tripped over a log she hadn't detected with the walking stick. She hadn't been using it as well as she should have. Well...it wasn't a running stick, so it wasn't as useful as one might think under her circumstances. Landing square on her knees, she rocked back onto her behind and sat with her injured limb bent close to her body.
Her right hand dropped the stick as she cradled her knee, the other leg extended flat on the ground. "I should've been more careful," she muttered with a wince. "I'm such an idiot."
The uniform made it easy for her to blend in. It also took a lot of stress off her mind. Though she remembered the colors - faintly - she'd never know exactly what she was wearing and what she'd look like, especially since nobody was around to tell her. At least now she could have the peace of mind of dressing like everybody else. As for being off campus, she was going to wiggle her body into whatever she could. Most of her clothes had some sort of an identifiable label.
Charlotte wasn't in a hurry to leave, but she didn't feel at ease inside the dorm. As soon as class was let out, she slipped out of her skirt and into a pair of hip huggers and a pair of high top black converses. For a moment she contemplated on whether or not to put on sunglasses. It would be a dead giveaway - aside from the walking stick in her hand. It was too cliche, so she left it on her bed. As self conscious as she was, she thought it best to not draw any more attention to herself.
If only there was a map or a guide. There wasn't. Fortunately, she managed to wander to the park where she heard faint laughter and childhood shrieks. As the sounds grew closer, her pace quickened. All the while, she memorized the steps taken to get where she was. After all, she'd have to find her way back in a few hours.
The running wasn't the best idea she had. It wasn't five minutes into the park that she tripped over a log she hadn't detected with the walking stick. She hadn't been using it as well as she should have. Well...it wasn't a running stick, so it wasn't as useful as one might think under her circumstances. Landing square on her knees, she rocked back onto her behind and sat with her injured limb bent close to her body.
Her right hand dropped the stick as she cradled her knee, the other leg extended flat on the ground. "I should've been more careful," she muttered with a wince. "I'm such an idiot."
