The girl walked slowly through the third level of the girls dorm building. She had requested another room a while back and was finally about to move into her new room. She carried everything that was in her old room behind her. A desk chair, mattress, bedding, pencils and pens and other school needed materials like books. They all floated behind her somewhat haphazardly but within the confines of the hallway.
Bell's hair completely covered her eyes as usual and the small bells at her waist and on her ears let out soft sounds as she walked. She kept moving her head side to side, nervously trying to keep calm. But that was easier said than done.
She trembled at the thought of the others in the hall. What if they don't like me? What if I'm picked on? I don't want to have an experience like last time. What...eek!
Something scuttled across her feet when she wasn't looking and she fell, the floating amenities falling to the ground with a crash. Her hair fell out of the way and her eyes, blind to the world, were visible. Tears fell from them and she sat there in the middle of the hallway, crying softly. She didn't deserve the abuse from others. Nobody did. But for her it was magnified. Or at least her mindset had made it seem that way. The bells on her ears rang softly, alerting her to a person or thing approaching, but she didn't hear it.
Bell's hair completely covered her eyes as usual and the small bells at her waist and on her ears let out soft sounds as she walked. She kept moving her head side to side, nervously trying to keep calm. But that was easier said than done.
She trembled at the thought of the others in the hall. What if they don't like me? What if I'm picked on? I don't want to have an experience like last time. What...eek!
Something scuttled across her feet when she wasn't looking and she fell, the floating amenities falling to the ground with a crash. Her hair fell out of the way and her eyes, blind to the world, were visible. Tears fell from them and she sat there in the middle of the hallway, crying softly. She didn't deserve the abuse from others. Nobody did. But for her it was magnified. Or at least her mindset had made it seem that way. The bells on her ears rang softly, alerting her to a person or thing approaching, but she didn't hear it.