She looked up at the sky with worry. It looked like it was going to rain. If it rained… Oh dear. She didn’t think she could deal with the embarrassment of her white shirt getting soaked and her make up running, especially on the first day. The butterflies in her stomach swirled. Oh god, she thought. What if my mentor is a cute guy. She took a deep breath, letting the smell of freshly mowed lawn soothe her for a moment and ceased her pacing. She spotted a iron bench sitting under an oak tree, still within view of the exit of the school. At least that would shield her a little bit… She sighed deeply and whined. It was getting a little cold and her extremities were beginning to pinken in response.
How would her mentor know who she was? Oh right, she was the only one in the courtyard that wasn’t with anyone. Why did she need a stupid mentor anyway? What if they were mean? Or, dear god, ugly? She shifted around in her seat, wiggling her butt around and doing a little nervous dance. Get it together Cassandra, she thought patting her cheeks in an attempt to bring herself back to reality. The wind blew suddenly, messing up her hair and taking her mind off of the situation. She struggled to get the coarse black strands to lay flat once more, fiddling with the ribbon that held the front piece of her hair for a good long while. What was taking so long… Maybe she shouldn’t have arrived so early… But it’s not like she had anything else to do. She wondered what time it was, oh how she missed her fancy smartphone.
It was strange how silent it was today. Just the rustle of the first of stale leaves, still clinging to the trees could be heard, and some far off conversation from a group quite a ways away. She scanned the horizon. No sign of the mystery person. Oh why couldn’t she just go home. She felt the jitters creeping up again and she shifted around in her seat. She was so sure that this person would hate her now, that they would be mean and pull pranks on her. Oh god, what if they were more of a freak than she was?! She let out a small groan before folding her hands in her lap and crossing her legs at the ankle. She looked like a rather pathetic lost little girl in her silly little school girl uniform. She looked down her legs and began to count the wrinkles in her knee-high socks, then the specks of dirt on her shiny black shoes. With her head hung down and her hands folded she couldn’t look any more helpless. She began to wonder if they would ever come at all, even though there was still a bit of time before they were expected to arrive.
How would her mentor know who she was? Oh right, she was the only one in the courtyard that wasn’t with anyone. Why did she need a stupid mentor anyway? What if they were mean? Or, dear god, ugly? She shifted around in her seat, wiggling her butt around and doing a little nervous dance. Get it together Cassandra, she thought patting her cheeks in an attempt to bring herself back to reality. The wind blew suddenly, messing up her hair and taking her mind off of the situation. She struggled to get the coarse black strands to lay flat once more, fiddling with the ribbon that held the front piece of her hair for a good long while. What was taking so long… Maybe she shouldn’t have arrived so early… But it’s not like she had anything else to do. She wondered what time it was, oh how she missed her fancy smartphone.
It was strange how silent it was today. Just the rustle of the first of stale leaves, still clinging to the trees could be heard, and some far off conversation from a group quite a ways away. She scanned the horizon. No sign of the mystery person. Oh why couldn’t she just go home. She felt the jitters creeping up again and she shifted around in her seat. She was so sure that this person would hate her now, that they would be mean and pull pranks on her. Oh god, what if they were more of a freak than she was?! She let out a small groan before folding her hands in her lap and crossing her legs at the ankle. She looked like a rather pathetic lost little girl in her silly little school girl uniform. She looked down her legs and began to count the wrinkles in her knee-high socks, then the specks of dirt on her shiny black shoes. With her head hung down and her hands folded she couldn’t look any more helpless. She began to wonder if they would ever come at all, even though there was still a bit of time before they were expected to arrive.