Hundreds of students were bustling about the large courtyard of the Hawthorne Academy campus, chatting with each other and milling about in their socially dictated friend groups. Faye stood by the gate, looking up at the imposing buildings which stretched high above her. From where she was standing, it almost seemed as though the buildings boxed them off from the sky. Glancing behind her, Faye met the gaze of her older brother Seth, who had escorted her to the school for her first day. The blond met her gaze and gave her a shrug in response.
With a sigh, Faye turned her gaze back towards the school, psyching herself up for the day ahead of her. Part of her wished that her brother would walk her all the way to class, but she knew he would stubbornly refuse to get anywhere near 'the stuck up prep students' as he called them. It wasn't an entirely accurate description, or at least Faye didn't think so. Neither of them had met any of the other students though, so it would remain to be seen which of them was right.
Looking around, Faye caught the gaze of another girl about her age. Faye smiled at the girl, but the girl promptly turned away and started whispering to her friends. It was somewhat disconcerting, but that was only one person. There were thousands of students in the school, and surely at least one of them would be friendly. Undaunted, Faye made her way to her designated class, sitting down in the seat with her name hovering over it. It was somewhat of a relief to have assigned seating, as it saved Faye the trouble of figuring out who she could sit next to without bothering.
As she settled into her seat, she could swear that she heard whispering. Glancing discreetly behind her, she couldn't find the source of it. Perhaps she was being paranoid. Slightly unnerved, Faye sat up straight and focused her attention on the front of the room. Although it was not time for the class to begin yet, she knew that if she looked around and stared at people too much, she'd stand out much more than she should as someone who had never been in a classroom setting before. At least not that she could remember. If she was lucky though, a nice, friendly student would be sitting next to her and help her fit in. She could only hope.
With a sigh, Faye turned her gaze back towards the school, psyching herself up for the day ahead of her. Part of her wished that her brother would walk her all the way to class, but she knew he would stubbornly refuse to get anywhere near 'the stuck up prep students' as he called them. It wasn't an entirely accurate description, or at least Faye didn't think so. Neither of them had met any of the other students though, so it would remain to be seen which of them was right.
Looking around, Faye caught the gaze of another girl about her age. Faye smiled at the girl, but the girl promptly turned away and started whispering to her friends. It was somewhat disconcerting, but that was only one person. There were thousands of students in the school, and surely at least one of them would be friendly. Undaunted, Faye made her way to her designated class, sitting down in the seat with her name hovering over it. It was somewhat of a relief to have assigned seating, as it saved Faye the trouble of figuring out who she could sit next to without bothering.
As she settled into her seat, she could swear that she heard whispering. Glancing discreetly behind her, she couldn't find the source of it. Perhaps she was being paranoid. Slightly unnerved, Faye sat up straight and focused her attention on the front of the room. Although it was not time for the class to begin yet, she knew that if she looked around and stared at people too much, she'd stand out much more than she should as someone who had never been in a classroom setting before. At least not that she could remember. If she was lucky though, a nice, friendly student would be sitting next to her and help her fit in. She could only hope.