Robin was running through the empty halls, her mind going a million miles a second. She felt like crap - she'd just thrown up, she was still getting headaches from the Lithium they'd given her, and she was afraid the teacher would send someone up to find her and bring her back. She'd practically ran out in the middle of Math class, after all. It was her first day, and she didn't have to go, but she wanted to make a good impression, wanted to show them she wasn't what they thought she was.
But of course that didn't work.
The teacher had to make a fool out of her, introducing her and practically screaming to the class all the stuff she didn't want anyone to know - she was a foster child, a pity case, flippin' bipolar (didn't people have tact anymore?) -; then they'd all stared at her, and she'd made an excuse and practically ran out of the classroom to a bathroom. And then she'd gotten sick, and wasn't that just perfect, just the sort of thing that Robin Alders was likely to do on a first day?
Robin slowed down, glancing over her shoulder and ducking into an empty classroom. She had no idea where she was, but it looked abandon and quiet and that's just what she needed right now. She turned to one of the windows, rubbing it with a dark red sleeve even though she'd knew it'd get dirty and she needed to keep it clean because she still didn't know where the laundromat was, and...
She sighed, dropping down on the floor and hugging her knees to her chest. Someone was coming after her, she just knew it. It'd probably be one of the nice ones, the ones who'd smiled at her and sort of glared at the teacher for saying that. Or maybe she was just misjudging her worth, and maybe no one would care. She was just one person, after all, and there were so many people here.
"What should I do?" She asked the room, poking her tongue at her teeth like she always did when she couldn't figure something out. This was... This was just perfect.
Her head hurt.
But of course that didn't work.
The teacher had to make a fool out of her, introducing her and practically screaming to the class all the stuff she didn't want anyone to know - she was a foster child, a pity case, flippin' bipolar (didn't people have tact anymore?) -; then they'd all stared at her, and she'd made an excuse and practically ran out of the classroom to a bathroom. And then she'd gotten sick, and wasn't that just perfect, just the sort of thing that Robin Alders was likely to do on a first day?
Robin slowed down, glancing over her shoulder and ducking into an empty classroom. She had no idea where she was, but it looked abandon and quiet and that's just what she needed right now. She turned to one of the windows, rubbing it with a dark red sleeve even though she'd knew it'd get dirty and she needed to keep it clean because she still didn't know where the laundromat was, and...
She sighed, dropping down on the floor and hugging her knees to her chest. Someone was coming after her, she just knew it. It'd probably be one of the nice ones, the ones who'd smiled at her and sort of glared at the teacher for saying that. Or maybe she was just misjudging her worth, and maybe no one would care. She was just one person, after all, and there were so many people here.
"What should I do?" She asked the room, poking her tongue at her teeth like she always did when she couldn't figure something out. This was... This was just perfect.
Her head hurt.