Blaine Garret Farrington
With a slightly annoyed expression on his face, he drives Nekoda to school in his sleek black Porscha. She had to decided to try and run there, but it failed miserably. So being the nice person he is, he took the car out and caught up with her. She was almost late, she always was but today it was even worse. Glancing down at his watch, he sighs. Interesting. Taking a hand he pushes it into his hair, making it it's usual messy web. Spotting the school up ahead, he smoothly steers the car in it's direction before halting it and handing Nekoda a wad of money. "Go on idiot, or else you'll be late again."He waves the money in her face now.
With a slightly annoyed expression on his face, he drives Nekoda to school in his sleek black Porscha. She had to decided to try and run there, but it failed miserably. So being the nice person he is, he took the car out and caught up with her. She was almost late, she always was but today it was even worse. Glancing down at his watch, he sighs. Interesting. Taking a hand he pushes it into his hair, making it it's usual messy web. Spotting the school up ahead, he smoothly steers the car in it's direction before halting it and handing Nekoda a wad of money. "Go on idiot, or else you'll be late again."He waves the money in her face now.
Nekoda Grace Klaten
Nekoda smiles at him, regardless of her heavy breathing and need for water. Gently taking the money from his sparatic hand she says a quick goodbye before stepping out of the car and running toward the school. Once at the doors she opens them quickly before brushing herself off and begining to walk. Running wasn't aloud in the school, she learned that the hard way. As she walks, her green petite dress sways with her body along with the black ribbon in her blonde hair. Her dress poofs out elegantly once it reached her hips, then ended about an inch or so below her knee. It was nice to wear dresses, they could never afford them when she was younger, and her uncle made her wear such ugly ones. Lifting a hand she gently rubs the bandage on her head. It was begining to itch, was that bad? Darn her ever lasting klutzy-ness. Letting the thought leave her mind she saunters to her classroom. The bell had already rung, so she was late. No need to hurry now. Late was late. With a soft irritated sigh, she finds her class, opens the door and walks inside. She's well aware of the stares of the teacher and few classmates. She murmurs a quick sorry before taking a seat closer to the back. Behind some boy, she perffered a front seat, but it seemed alot of them were taken.
Nekoda smiles at him, regardless of her heavy breathing and need for water. Gently taking the money from his sparatic hand she says a quick goodbye before stepping out of the car and running toward the school. Once at the doors she opens them quickly before brushing herself off and begining to walk. Running wasn't aloud in the school, she learned that the hard way. As she walks, her green petite dress sways with her body along with the black ribbon in her blonde hair. Her dress poofs out elegantly once it reached her hips, then ended about an inch or so below her knee. It was nice to wear dresses, they could never afford them when she was younger, and her uncle made her wear such ugly ones. Lifting a hand she gently rubs the bandage on her head. It was begining to itch, was that bad? Darn her ever lasting klutzy-ness. Letting the thought leave her mind she saunters to her classroom. The bell had already rung, so she was late. No need to hurry now. Late was late. With a soft irritated sigh, she finds her class, opens the door and walks inside. She's well aware of the stares of the teacher and few classmates. She murmurs a quick sorry before taking a seat closer to the back. Behind some boy, she perffered a front seat, but it seemed alot of them were taken.
