Post by swiftwind on Aug 23, 2014 9:06:28 GMT -6
Swift was feeling more and more underwhelmed by the second as she left the Principal's office. She was so far behind the students her age that she doubted she'd ever catch up to them and failing to pass certain grades was not an option. The agreement which meant that she didn't end up with more than a warning for living in the abandoned house she had been hiding out in was dependent on her maintaining a GPA she didn't think she'd ever be able to manage.
Swift stopped and leaned back against the wall while she pulled the hood of her jacket up while she worked out what her options were. She was back in high school, an experience she had hoped to never suffer again after running away from the cesspit in Manehattan. She was in a strange city with strange people and a literal sword of Damocles hanging over her to keep her in school. She didn't have a clue what to do. The fact that the Principal knew about her 'circumstances' meant that the other teachers would know so, naturally, the other students would know before too long. As soon as the other students found out that she had stolen in the past she would be lucky if she would be able to do anything without suspicious students watching her like hawks.
Her captors at the orphanage had given her barely enough money to get stationary, a backpack and something for dinner. Swift had worked out that she would need money to be able to get out of town and the meager allowance she would be given would be barely enough to cover replacement pens and paper and a lunch each day without saving money.
A job was near enough to impossible, as soon as a prospective employer looked into her background they would decide it was a bad idea. If she skipped lunch she could save that money and she would have something to eat when she got back to the orphanage. As long as she kept a low profile she might be able to make it for long enough to be able to get out of town.
She frowned as she waited for the student who had been volunteered to give her a tour of the school.
Swift stopped and leaned back against the wall while she pulled the hood of her jacket up while she worked out what her options were. She was back in high school, an experience she had hoped to never suffer again after running away from the cesspit in Manehattan. She was in a strange city with strange people and a literal sword of Damocles hanging over her to keep her in school. She didn't have a clue what to do. The fact that the Principal knew about her 'circumstances' meant that the other teachers would know so, naturally, the other students would know before too long. As soon as the other students found out that she had stolen in the past she would be lucky if she would be able to do anything without suspicious students watching her like hawks.
Her captors at the orphanage had given her barely enough money to get stationary, a backpack and something for dinner. Swift had worked out that she would need money to be able to get out of town and the meager allowance she would be given would be barely enough to cover replacement pens and paper and a lunch each day without saving money.
A job was near enough to impossible, as soon as a prospective employer looked into her background they would decide it was a bad idea. If she skipped lunch she could save that money and she would have something to eat when she got back to the orphanage. As long as she kept a low profile she might be able to make it for long enough to be able to get out of town.
She frowned as she waited for the student who had been volunteered to give her a tour of the school.