Emma left the school building. Her bag was slung over her shoulder, weighed down with what she might have claimed to be a literal ton of homework. To some it might have sounded like a complaint, but to her it was a good excuse to lock herself in her room, turn up her music and stay away from everyone. That was often how she spent her days, and how she liked it. Having been here just over a month the girl had almost no friends, despite the best efforts of a few people to try and bridge the gap. The truth of the matter was, she was homesick, and simply wanted to leave this place and return to her real home, with her real friends.
Of course, she had thought of one other person in the last week. Even going so far as to considering them a person of interest. Emma believed this girl to be like her. The similarities were uncanny. Both girls were serpentine in nature. Lamia, is what she had called her species. It sounded odd to repeat it out loud. Was it some sort of ancient village? The other girl had said her own mother had come here a hundred years ago. Still it was strange.
Emma lowered the hood of her sweater to let the warm sun wash over her face. Her tongue flicked a few times, painting a picture of smells around her. Flowers, baked goods, various students in motion around her. She enjoyed this, closing her eyes and seeing the world through the swirl of scents that drifted around her so effortlessly. She could feel the sun on her scales as well, warming her body. It was such a contrast to the air conditioned classrooms. Even the grass felt warm and comforting beneath her. Suddenly she had the urge to find a nice sunny spot, and bask in the warmth, like she used to back home.
Emma had made the decision to follow through with this idea, cutting across the main courtyard towards the large grassy playing fields. She tried her best to stay out of peoples way, and in turn people carefully stepped over her as she passed in front of them. As she did so she caught sight of something, or rather someone. The girl she had been thinking of earlier. Excitement welled up in her as she quickened herself, Slithering in a wider pattern to push faster through the grass.
"Hey... It's me... From the community center..." She called out waving an arm excitedly.
Of course, she had thought of one other person in the last week. Even going so far as to considering them a person of interest. Emma believed this girl to be like her. The similarities were uncanny. Both girls were serpentine in nature. Lamia, is what she had called her species. It sounded odd to repeat it out loud. Was it some sort of ancient village? The other girl had said her own mother had come here a hundred years ago. Still it was strange.
Emma lowered the hood of her sweater to let the warm sun wash over her face. Her tongue flicked a few times, painting a picture of smells around her. Flowers, baked goods, various students in motion around her. She enjoyed this, closing her eyes and seeing the world through the swirl of scents that drifted around her so effortlessly. She could feel the sun on her scales as well, warming her body. It was such a contrast to the air conditioned classrooms. Even the grass felt warm and comforting beneath her. Suddenly she had the urge to find a nice sunny spot, and bask in the warmth, like she used to back home.
Emma had made the decision to follow through with this idea, cutting across the main courtyard towards the large grassy playing fields. She tried her best to stay out of peoples way, and in turn people carefully stepped over her as she passed in front of them. As she did so she caught sight of something, or rather someone. The girl she had been thinking of earlier. Excitement welled up in her as she quickened herself, Slithering in a wider pattern to push faster through the grass.
"Hey... It's me... From the community center..." She called out waving an arm excitedly.
