Xhirra Patrick
18
Senior
Tag(s); Open
One bus rolled into the dropoff area, looking like every other school bus in the district. A particular, well-known wolf stepped off, two earbuds in that were blasting For Whom The Bell Tolls. Xhirra Patrick walked a few yards and then stopped, taking a whiff of that fresh new-school-year scent. Last time she'd be smelling it. One more round of one-eighty days and she'd be free to pursue her own path. Maybe she could find a place in a jazz group; her trombone skills were stellar. Carrying her instrument case in, she spotted her gang of idiotic, sport-centered goons that she kept around for fun. They thought they were something for being her 'friends', and that seemed to boost their coolness. Xhirra always found it amusing.
There was one more year ahead of her, and no way was she going to let it go to waste. She'd leave her mark here somehow. Xhirra smiled as the goons roughed around. Oh yes, she'd leave her mark.