NAME: Penelope Archer
ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student
TIME OF DAY: Moving from Sunday to Monday Morning
LOCATION: Ending in Physics Class
TAGGING: Samuel Ervin
Pen had arrived early Sunday morning, and spent that morning wondering about the school with her two rolling suitcases; one loaded with art supplies, the other with clothes. Yes, they were large and clunky, and difficult to move up the stairs as she explored each floor one at a time, save the locked up basement, but she managed just fine. She took her time, not really caring that she should be working on getting settled in before exploring. She never was one to follow proper common sense, after all.
After a few hours, she felt she understood the building. She found beauty and wonder in its varying styles of architecture and decor, and decided that she was wholly impressed by it. Finding her way back to the second floor, where the most student activity had been, she found a custodian, directing students to their rooms. Giving her name, she was quickly directed to an empty room and strode in, staring at the blank walls. She stood there for a good few minutes, frowning. The walls were such a pure white that it was a travesty to her senses. After a bit, she recovered and finally shuffled into the room completely, allowing the door to shut behind her.
The next several hours were spent with her pulling furniture away from the wall and painting on the walls. She managed to cover half the room before she ran out of paints. Completely out. She stared at the empty paint tubes littering the floor with a frown and sighed softly, looking up at the unfinished wall. She stretched a bit and then sat down on the bed, made with sterile bedding. ...She needed to go shopping. But that could, admittedly, wait. Her eyes went to the rest of her luggage. And she stood and began to unpack her clothes, putting them away on her side of the room. ...Oh, she was going to paint the whole room. She couldn't stand an incomplete canvas. But for then, she had claimed a side of the room to live on.
Once she had unpacked her clothes, and the remainder of her art supplies, she glanced in the mirror. Just as much paint was on her as there was on the wall. She stared for a long moment, then shrugged, uncaring. It was late evening by this time, and she had not eaten since morning.
Making her way out and down the stairs, she caught a glimpse of four people running down the hallway, one of them carrying another. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and stared after them curiously. Until her stomach growled loudly in protest, snapping her from her thoughts. Turning in the opposite direction, she went to the cafeteria. As she entered, she found it nearly empty. Only a few lingering students, eating a late dinner...same as herself.
She explored the menu options, but being that it was so late, not much was left...certainly nothing that appealed to her palette. Still...she knew she needed to eat something, or she positively wouldn't be able to sleep! So, taking a plate of meatloaf and what was obviously canned green beans, she sat at a table. Cringing inwardly, she slowly ate the meal until she felt her stomach was at least half full, and she could take no more of the despicable food. She stood and looked around, before lifting the tray, taking it to the deposit line and leaving it for the staff to clean.
Retreating to her room, she pushed the furniture back to the now dry walls, then moved to take a shower and free her skin of the paints. Once clean, she dressed for bed and set the alarm on her cell phone, crawling under the scratchy sheets. ...Her skin was used to softer Egyptian cotton, with a much higher thread count. ...But she would make do, for now...until she could get into town to go shopping. Which hopefully would be after classes the following day.
In the morning, she woke with a groan, shutting off the chirpy alarm on her phone. With a sigh and a grunt, she pushed herself up, the scratchy sheet sliding off her skin. She stood slowly and stretched thoroughly, before moving and pulling out her clothes for the day. A white tank top with a pink cartoonish bunny on it, and khaki capris. Dressing, she slipped on flip flops to complete the look and pulled her messenger bag, loaded down with pins of smiley faces, phrases, band logos, and animes, out from a suitcase, before kicking the suit case back under her bed. She pulled it on, letting it go from one shoulder and ending to rest on the opposite hip. She already had a few notebooks and pens and pencils in it, ready to go. With a sigh, she picked up her phone, turned it to silent (though she didn't know of anyone that cared to keep in touch with her anymore), and tucked it into the bag, before heading down to catch breakfast before class.
Breakfast was good, because she was on time. Waffles and an omelette, made to-serve. However, the cafeteria was crowded, and she was forced to sit at a table full of people she didn't know. People that tried, in vain, to draw her into their conversation. She was having none of it, though. Why get close to someone that was just going to clash with her in the end anyway? Abandon her like all her other friends had? She ate, mostly in silence, giving as short as possible answers to their questions. When she finished eating, she stood without so much as a fare-thee-well, and deposited her tray, walking out and heading to her first class.
As soon as she walked in, she frowned. She wasn't early enough...she'd missed her opportunity at a window seat. Huffing out a sigh, she took the seat closest to the door, determined that when class was over, she'd get to the next one early enough to snag a window seat. She then got out a notebook and pen, scribbling "Physics" in crude letters on the front of the notebook, before opening to the first page and dating it.
Looking up, Penelope's eyes sought out the instructor. But behind the desk at the front of the room, there was only another teen. She stared at him as he watched the class fill. ...What, was this some sort of joke? What was a teenager doing at the front of the class like that? Surely they didn't actually have a peer for an instructor. She frowned inwardly. Her parents were paying good money for her to attend this school, and this was what it had to offer? What a joke.
As class began, she listened to the instructor, Mr. Ervin. Listened to his claim of having the credentials to teach the class. Pursing her lips in doubt, she kept her eyes on him before sighing silently. May as well give him a chance. What did she really have to lose? Besides...it wasn't like the school could deny her the credits for the class because of its own poor choice for instructors.
As he gave an explanation of what physics was, she quickly wrote the definition down. Her eyes snapped up as she heard lewd sounds coming from someone's computer, and she watched the interaction that occurred, jumping as her classmate emitted some sort of blast. She stared at the chalkboard, eyes wide and jaw nervously clenched, even as the boy walked right past her, soon followed by a woman. She swallowed. ...That was more than a little frightening.... Her eyes slowly surveyed the other teens in the room. ...Did they all have such potential for destruction?
EDIT 1: Bolded text: Added reaction to target character's age