Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2015 14:12:36 GMT -5
The smell of the cafeteria was enough to make Summer's stomach want to turn. She had popped her head through the door to see if there was anybody to sit with in there, but she couldn't see anybody she recognised. Being new to the school wasn't the best for trying to make lunch time arrangements - nobody knew her yet. With it being her first week, she knew she should probably just go join a table and chat to people, but that was easier said than done, especially in this school. People were such big characters with huge personalities. They would probably laugh at her if she tried to introduce herself!
She turned around and decided to head out towards the open grounds, wrinkling her nose at the smell still. School food was never a good choice. It always had that weird, make your stomach feel like you're on a roller coaster, smell. She headed towards an empty bench, deciding it was probably the best option. She didn't want to be completely alone, so she pulled her phone out of her dance bag. Most girls carried around big, fancy purses. Not Summer. She literally carried that dance bag everywhere with her, full to the top with plasters, leotards, 3 pairs of jazz shoes, pointes, tap shoes, character shoes, turning shoes and general ballet shoes. It was her most prized possession and she felt like she constantly needed it. Who knew when a spare studio would pop up? Or when she would need character shoes?! She was still getting used to the new schedule.
Summer pulled her leotard further up her chest - a habit she did often, especially if she was nervous. She was wearing her plain black leotard, with a pair of grey drop crotch trousers, along with her converse. Summer dressed for comfort, definitely not for style. She opened up her Facebook and decided to message Wade. She didn't have his phone number, but she had added him as a friend. They had spoke a couple of times and she found him super interesting.
'Hey, do you have a free right now? I'm sat in the grounds if you're not busy, it would be cool to see you. No worries if not!'
She was always a worrier, and didn't want to come across as needy. She put her phone down on the table, taking her pack up out of her bag. She was always prepared with her own food, knowing what she needed to fuel her body. She poked around at the pasta, not really interested in eating. She was just watching people in their cliques, trying to work out if there was anywhere she would fit - or at least blend - in.
She turned around and decided to head out towards the open grounds, wrinkling her nose at the smell still. School food was never a good choice. It always had that weird, make your stomach feel like you're on a roller coaster, smell. She headed towards an empty bench, deciding it was probably the best option. She didn't want to be completely alone, so she pulled her phone out of her dance bag. Most girls carried around big, fancy purses. Not Summer. She literally carried that dance bag everywhere with her, full to the top with plasters, leotards, 3 pairs of jazz shoes, pointes, tap shoes, character shoes, turning shoes and general ballet shoes. It was her most prized possession and she felt like she constantly needed it. Who knew when a spare studio would pop up? Or when she would need character shoes?! She was still getting used to the new schedule.
Summer pulled her leotard further up her chest - a habit she did often, especially if she was nervous. She was wearing her plain black leotard, with a pair of grey drop crotch trousers, along with her converse. Summer dressed for comfort, definitely not for style. She opened up her Facebook and decided to message Wade. She didn't have his phone number, but she had added him as a friend. They had spoke a couple of times and she found him super interesting.
'Hey, do you have a free right now? I'm sat in the grounds if you're not busy, it would be cool to see you. No worries if not!'
She was always a worrier, and didn't want to come across as needy. She put her phone down on the table, taking her pack up out of her bag. She was always prepared with her own food, knowing what she needed to fuel her body. She poked around at the pasta, not really interested in eating. She was just watching people in their cliques, trying to work out if there was anywhere she would fit - or at least blend - in.
