Do you Dare?

[Vara Saraphine Grimmark]

September
Week one

Where had the day gone? The whole morning had been eaten up by the viscous stress that plagued Vara's thoughts. It was tough watching out for a human 24/7. Although half of her attention was devoted to keeping one ear and one eye out for any trouble Vara had no problem with following along with the lessons for each class. She had done all of this many times over and not a lot had changed in the recent decades. The students were almost all the same with only a few minor exceptions. Vara rolled her eyes at when she thought about whom those exceptions pertained to.

When she and Elizabeth had first made their entrance into the school, earlier that morning, they received exact response that Vara had expected. Stares, whispered, glares, giggles, and of course the occasional drop of the jaw. Sure, she tried to fit in as best she could but there was no mistaking the perfection of her frame nor the fluid grace in which she moved. Her radiant alabaster white skin seemed to glisten in the florescent lighting overhead in all of the hall ways and class rooms. She was like a cat among pigs.
Vara had a different kind of beauty than the rest of the population and every human within the vicinity knew it.
Though little of her attention was paid to any of the student. Vara was much more concerned with the familiar faces that she assumed would show up, eventually.


Lunch could not come soon enough. As much as she loved listening to a mundane teacher monotonously instruct the class in the proper way to organize a research paper, for the thousandth time, she'd rather be elsewhere. Vara was rather unamused now and her eyes now searched for a new entertainment. She had studied her teacher enough to remember every fine line in that woman's face and every discoloration of her skin, from freckles to age marks. It was time to turn to the classmates. . .

[Shawn O'Rielly]

Bloody hell, this can't possibly get much worse.

School. Oh, school. One of the many things on the rather ridiculously long list of things Shawn hated. He hated sitting cooped up with other people for extended periods of time, he hated listening to his teacher drone on, he hated trying to avoid the attention of anyone.

Currently, the damnable english teacher was explaining how to organize research papers. Shawn was being put to sleep, quite literally. He had already listened to the same speech, though in different words, the year before at his old school. Yet another thing he hated: being told the same thing over and over again. It was annoying, indeed.

In an attempt to distract himself, Shawn gazed across the room, while simaltaniously trying to look as interested in the lesson as possible. The usual array of students populated the room, with a few unique ones here and there. A girl, who Shawn noted, was ridiculously attractive, and smelled faintly of a scent he had caught once before, though he couldn't place it, was the most obviously different. He was tempted to stare, but considering his plans to stay as annoynomous as possible, Shawn refrained, instead casting his gaze across the room. Even so, his eyes became inexplicably drawn to the girl with every pass. Something about her was familiar... something really familiar indeed.

He very much doubted, however, it was really important.

[Raine Adams]

In the blink of an eye a huge explosion of noises and flashing colors burst through the open door of the class room. A girl with the hair of a large fire came bounding into view. Her large eyes darted from face to face for a brief moment before acknowledging the presence of a very surprised teacher. Raine grinned apologetically before stumbling to a halt before an empty chair.
"Sorry." she whispered sheepishly now making eye contact with the woman, hoping the she might forgive her and continue her lecture. Not so.

The elderly woman instead pointed at her in a rather aggressive way and demanded in an authoritative voice that Raine come to the front immediately and explain herself for all to hear. As much as Raine disliked confrontation she loathed this kind of attention even more. She never completely shook the denial she had formed after dying her hair bright red. Raine hated large amounts of attention, it made her feel like a claustrophobic, yet she craved uniqueness and self expression.
Not so inconspicuous now, are you Raine? She silently mocked herself.

Reluctantly, she stood and her small feet flitted her up to the front of the class again to apologize once more and embarrass herself further. "Hi, I'm Raine Adams. I'm new. And I'm sorry for interrupting your class ma'am." She spoke barely above a whisper but loud enough for the front row to hear. The teacher's eyes roved around the class room before stopping on Rain again. She took her in from head to toe and made that clear with the exaggerated movement of her head.
"Next time, try not to make a scene if you're going to be tardy. We're trying to run a Educational System here, not a zoo, Miss Adams."
Raine gave a nervous nod in agreement and took her seat all the while keeping her eyes to the floor.