The faint click of combat boots echoed in the hall. Above the boots were baggy black pants and a bright yellow tank top. Up even farther was the pretty face of a girl with brown eyes and bright pink hair. She walked with an important air, as if she was the daughter of a king or in charge of something. Really, she wasn't, but it was image that mattered, in her opinion.
As she walked down the hall, she glanced occasionally inside empty classrooms full of dust, the windows cracked and covered in cobwebs. She closed her eyes, walked for a few more seconds, turned and felt for the first door. She opened her eyes and turned the handle of room 345.
Walking inside, her first impression was, "Ew." She said it out loud, as if that made it more final. She walked over to the once green chalkboard, now pale gray, and wrote DANICA with her finger through the dust. Wiping off the dust on her pants, she drew a circle with her feet and blew the dust away. She sat down cross-legged in the middle and took a few deep breaths. She summoned her powers, and let them flow out freely, letting darkness and light do what they wanted in the old, dusty, but perfect room.
As she walked down the hall, she glanced occasionally inside empty classrooms full of dust, the windows cracked and covered in cobwebs. She closed her eyes, walked for a few more seconds, turned and felt for the first door. She opened her eyes and turned the handle of room 345.
Walking inside, her first impression was, "Ew." She said it out loud, as if that made it more final. She walked over to the once green chalkboard, now pale gray, and wrote DANICA with her finger through the dust. Wiping off the dust on her pants, she drew a circle with her feet and blew the dust away. She sat down cross-legged in the middle and took a few deep breaths. She summoned her powers, and let them flow out freely, letting darkness and light do what they wanted in the old, dusty, but perfect room.