Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38601454-20191122205604/@comment-174.6.16.240-20191127050852

Mia ran her hands through her messy loose curls. She was lae. Extremly late. On her first day. My, this was a downgrade from her staright A's in all her regular classes at regular school. Not that her parent, or anyone besides her teachers and herself cared. Not that she could blame them. I mean, they were wroking so hard just to keep her family off the streets.

Mia respected that. But she wished her life was easier. She had spent the whole morning waiting for her mom to come back from work, to take care of Sarah. When Mia had woken up, Sarah had a really bad cold. She felt bad. She had offered to help take care of Sarah and Esra in the morning to help, not make things more complicated.

She shook those thpughts out of her head, and looked up at the tall, imposing pyrimad. Foxfire​​​​​​​. Odd name for a school, but she wasn't going to argue with a race that had a bunch of god-like powers.

She looked around, and by a quick prosess of ilimination, a map of foxfire, and one lucky guess, she fund her locker. She licke the little panel set into the metal that she assumed was the DNA strip, and the locker swung open. She stashed her backpack full of books in it, and consulted her schedule for her class. The Universe. It sounded serouis, and hard.

She grabbed the coresponding textbook, and set off.

She found the classroom, only having to retrace her steps once, and tentitively peeked inside.

"Hey," she squeaked. "Sorry I'm late. I'm Mia."

-Chloe