Walking About [[Open]]

[Mylie Shepherd]

Mylie had been thinking almost a very long while now. Over the summer, many people had told her that she ought to change her ways. Maybe study more, maybe socialize more, whatever. They weren't really specific on what she ought to change to so Mylie really had no clue about what they were talking about...only that they were tired of her attitude.

She walked down the hall hoping that there was someone watching her and watching what she was thinking and somehow give her the answer...if there was such thing as heaven, that is. They always say that answers fall from up there.

[Vincent Mortelle]

As a staff member he wanted to feel like one of the kids again, like he was meant in his place. It was usually the right time and place and he had a nack for things. Knowing a few of the rules, he almost cared to not follow them. It was high-school over again, a drama center, and near death. As a counselor he did parts to watch over the kids in groups. He saw one in particular. The green wheels on his long-board were turning slowly on the tile and he didn't care. It was his way of getting around.

He hopped off his board and kicked it up, carrying it under his arm he laughed a little and leaned against the wall to the left. His deep blue jeans were ripped at his knees and his eyes scanned over the crowd. He loved it here, even though that damned Headmistress Mary was a stuck up snobbish bitch, he could agree with most of the students there.