Pale hands were stuffed into the pockets of black, baggy pants, and the chains rattled somewhat as the young girl walked. Black hair was hanging loosely as it almost always did, with the purple highlights still faded. She would redo the highlights... one day. The twelve-year-old looked around the hallways on the third floor; it was sure was dusty, in her opinion. But she still liked it up here; it was quiet, and on the few occasions she had time to come up here, not many people were around. People didn't bother her, but still, it was nice to be somewhat alone sometimes.
October looked back to where she was walking, and kicked at the floor for a moment before continuing on her way.
October looked back to where she was walking, and kicked at the floor for a moment before continuing on her way.