The car ride had been its usual self. Music was turned up to at least 46, the minimum to start the girls heart in the morning. Her carpool driver, as well as math teacher, rocked her head and threw punches at other drivers as she went, the Body Pump music still making her work from her class even earlier that morning. Her math teacher's daughter sat beside her in the front seat, her own iPod blasting so loud from the earbuds that she could even hear it over the loudness of the surround sound car speakers. Of course, Kaitlin could sleep through this.
"Kaitlin, wake up. We're at school."
Dimples turned off her car in put it in park, opening her door. As the door clicked open, Kaitlin felt the sleepiness of her mind instictively open Pillow, the car door she sat next to every morning. Her feet touched the cool concrete, her ankles sore from not walking much that day. Standing and sleepily grabbing her things from the trunk, Kaitlin went ahead of the other two and started for the Lodge.
It didn't take more than a few minutes for her to hike her way across the Circle and up the stairs to the bridge. She had tripped a bit on the branches that were scattered across the forest floor, and as soon as she had reached the smoothness of the concrete, she could have sworn that her best friend's mother had tried to hit her with her car.
Dropping her backpack onto the deck below the Bridge's Roofing, Kaitlin eased to the lodge door, making sure her hat was sucure. It was uncofortable, but it was nessicary.
" A blond midget
giant greeted her, his bangs folded over his eyes. Kaitlin gave a grunt of a reply and dropped her lunch on the ground near the others. There may have been two other people in the building, but the lunches seemingly outnumbered them. Clearly, some needed to be brought home. Mostly Corey's, as it seemed to talk to people.
Grunting and walking down to the Lodge's Circle area, Kaitlin kneeled down and sat against the backdoor, leaning her head back. The hat itched so badly it made her want to rip it off, whether or not she was at school. It was a secret, yes. But did she really care? No. Though, she simply adjusted her hat again, and stared off into the distance, yawning periodically.