First Day at SunnyDale High
Who: Bailey Adams, OT Anyone
Where: Sunnydale High School
When: Tuesday Morning, Her first day at school
Backpack slung over her shoulder, Bailey stared up at the front of the school, not sure if she was really ready for this. Over the last year she had to deal with a lot of stuff. Stuff that a normal sixteen year old wouldn't normally deal with. But then again she was never normal.
With the loss of her servator and the many attempts of replacements, she was finally sent out to Sunnydale from her home in Chicago to attend school and to start fresh with a new servator. If it was up to Bailey, she would train, go to school and then go home. She felt like she really didn't need anyone.
Walking through the front doors, the school was bustling with students going from classes to lockers and back again. Pulling her baseball hat lower on her head, she headed towards the principal's office where she was suppose to report. Of course he was not there to greet her so she had to deal with the secretary who seemed more interested in finishing her breakfast than give Bailey her information.
Ten minutes and a packet of bacon greased papers later, Bailey was heading down the hallway to find her locker and make it to her first class before the bell rang for the second. After many attempts of opening the locker, she gave up and went to find her first period class. Bailey opened the door and groaned under her breath as the whole class turned to look at her.
Where: Sunnydale High School
When: Tuesday Morning, Her first day at school
Backpack slung over her shoulder, Bailey stared up at the front of the school, not sure if she was really ready for this. Over the last year she had to deal with a lot of stuff. Stuff that a normal sixteen year old wouldn't normally deal with. But then again she was never normal.
With the loss of her servator and the many attempts of replacements, she was finally sent out to Sunnydale from her home in Chicago to attend school and to start fresh with a new servator. If it was up to Bailey, she would train, go to school and then go home. She felt like she really didn't need anyone.
Walking through the front doors, the school was bustling with students going from classes to lockers and back again. Pulling her baseball hat lower on her head, she headed towards the principal's office where she was suppose to report. Of course he was not there to greet her so she had to deal with the secretary who seemed more interested in finishing her breakfast than give Bailey her information.
Ten minutes and a packet of bacon greased papers later, Bailey was heading down the hallway to find her locker and make it to her first class before the bell rang for the second. After many attempts of opening the locker, she gave up and went to find her first period class. Bailey opened the door and groaned under her breath as the whole class turned to look at her.