Vivianne drummed her fingers on the smooth surface of the fake wood that made up all cheap public high school desks. The sound was soft enough that it did not bother her classmates, though this was honestly not luck, but instead the byproduct of keeping one’s nails so short that they did not grow past your fingertips. “Kept” being sort of a lie, because it wasn’t really a decision she made for practicality, but the result of having anxiety.
She was a pretty anxious person and she had plenty of reason to be, being both the school’s one and only goth girl and one of the few openly gay girls. To say she got a lot of shit for her lifestyle would be an understatement. It was so bad that it made health class hell on earth for her, especially when they talked about sexuality, and it seemed today was her lucky day. Mr. Cooper had apparently decided to plan the whole 80 min lesson around the LGBTQ community. Now, with only 15 minutes to spare, she was begging the gods of time to make this class end by now. Unfortunately, it seemed no one was hearing her prayers, so nervous tapping would have to suffice…
May 10th, 2016 at 07:54am